8:00 AM. 3 reasons why i feel like throwing up:

1. lack of sleep. Slept for like 5 hours only.
2. i havent had my usual caffeine fix.
3. my first brush with trial practice will start in a few minutes.

... and I made a complete ass of myself. My mind has gone totally blank. I know im supposed to present our evidence and our witnesses, i know what to do but I dont know what to say in front of the Judge. I was standing before him looking silly and clueless. Ive never felt this stupid..not since last week. (",)

12:00NN. I had lunch with Rons and BG and Colonel Sanders. I didnt exactly dig their rice bowl. The mixed veggies were obviously leftovers from the other days rice bowls. yech!

4:00PM. I am eating sylvanas while watching our cute niece feed the dogs with bananas. She's so adorable...just like tita hehe

9:00PM Doing my labor case digest...8 down 2 to go.

its 1 am and i cant sleep.

i wanna have some

Mcdo cheeseburger and fries...

my ultimate comfort food! with lotsa ketchup! Yum

i am huuuuuuuungggrrryyy!

Gloria Antagonist

Haay, the week that was…
Despite wanting to avoid watching the late night news, one cannot help but try to keep up with the barrage of protests and resignation calls that has been flooding the news lately. I am torn between my loathing for the present administration and my firm belief that all must undergo the process that our constitution mandated. We all want PGMA’s butt out of Malacanang, but gawd not another EDSA 4! All the yakking sans the actions. Why not bring together all the evidence that the opposition (supposedly..) have against Madam President and have her impeached right away.. the case would’ve been halfway through by now if they filed the case early on. The problem with these senators and congressmen is that they all want their 15 minutes of fame, thus, the grandstanding and the scripted dialogues and accusations thrown at each other worthy of a FAMAS trophy. Mom and I would always have a row whenever the issue crops up… we both hate Madame but I’m into kicking butts with finesse while Mom wants her out of the office pronto, with guns and tanks if necessary.
The problem is… we would be installing another TRAPO in the Presidency…and the cycle never ends. Now unless we annihilate these pond scums… like bombing the congress while they’re in session, and vote for a new set of competent lawmakers…then maybe we’d finally get our taxes’ worth and get some good nights sleep.

I've been thinking of Dad a lot lately... my memories of him are hazy..what scares me most is that one day, id wake up and realize that unless I look at his photos, i cant remember how he looked like. Its been almost 15 years...i still cry whenever i think of him. I just miss him.. Sometimes i cant believe that i still feel like bawling like a baby whenever i think of dad.

Ive always thought of myself as a daddy's girl all the way...Mom would always tell me how i made him proud when i was accelerated from kinder to grade one, of how generous he is, how charismatic. i still have a clear picture of how he looks like..how small he makes me feel. he has this big beer belly that really amuses me...and he laughs a lot. He is what other people would call a "smart aleck".

I never cried that fateful day. Not a single tear.
I know that there already was a realization on my part that he's not coming back. But maybe i wasnt ready to accept the loss...all these years, you just cant accept it all. I still wish things were different, that nothing tragic happened to the family back then. I ve never cried to anybody nor told somebody how i felt when we lost Dad. I've been keeping it all to myself for years..maybe i treasure the pain..so i wont forget. because right until now, im still making up for the tears i haven't shed 15 years ago...