Thursday, December 27, 2012

Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye: When Love Arrives

I knew exactly what love looked like- in seventh grade. Even though I hadn't met love yet, if love had wandered into my homeroom I would've recognized him at first glance. Love wore a hemp necklace. I would've recognized her at first glance, love wore a tight french braid. Love played acoustic guitar and knew all my favorite Beatles songs. Love wasn’t afraid to ride the bus with me. And I knew, I just must be searching the wrong classrooms, just must be checking the wrong hallways, she was there, I was sure of it. If only I could find him.

But when love finally showed up, she had a bow cut. He wore the same clothes every day for a week. Love hated the bus. Love didn't know anything about The Beatles. Instead, every time I try to kiss love, our teeth got in the way. Love became the reason I lied to my parents. I’m going to- Ben’s house. Love had terrible rhythm on the dance floor, but made sure we never missed a slow song. Love waited by the phone because she knew that if her father picked up it would be: “Hello? Hello? I guess they hung up.”

And love grew, stretched like a trampoline. Love changed. Love disappeared, slowly, like baby teeth, losing parts of me I thought I needed. Love vanished like an amateur magician, and everyone could see the trapdoor but me. Like a flat tire, there were other places I planned on going, but my plans didn't matter. Love stayed away for years, and when love finally reappeared, I barely recognized him. Love smelt different now, had darker eyes, a broader back, love came with freckles I didn't recognize. New birthmarks, a softer voice. Now there were new sleeping patterns, new favorite books. Love had songs that reminded him of someone else, songs love didn't like to listen to. So did I.

But we found a park bench that fit us perfectly, we found jokes that make us laugh. And now, love makes me fresh homemade chocolate chip cookies. But love will probably finish most of them for a midnight snack. Love looks great in lingerie but still likes to wear her retainer. Love is a terrible driver, but a great navigator. Love knows where she’s going, it just might take her two hours longer than she planned. Love is messier now, not as simple. Love uses the words “boobs” in front of my parents. Love chews too loud. Love leaves the cap off the toothpaste. Love uses smiley faces in her text messages. And turns out, love shits!

But love also cries. And love will tell you you are beautiful and mean it, over and over again. You are beautiful. When you first wake up, “you are beautiful.” When you've just been crying, “you are beautiful.” When you don’t want to hear it, “you are beautiful.” When you don’t believe it, “you are beautiful.” When nobody else will tell you, “you are beautiful.” Love still thinks- you are beautiful. But love is not perfect and will sometimes forget, when you need to hear it most, you are beautiful, do not forget this.

Love is not who you were expecting, love is not who you can predict. Maybe love is in New York City, already asleep, and you are in California, Australia, wide awake. Maybe love is always in the wrong time zone, maybe love is not ready for you. Maybe you are not ready for love. Maybe love just isn't the marrying type. Maybe the next time you see love is twenty years after the divorce, love is older now, but just as beautiful as you remembered. Maybe love is only there for a month. Maybe love is there for every firework, every birthday party, every hospital visit. Maybe love stays- maybe love can’t. Maybe love shouldn't.

Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to, and love leaves exactly when love must. When love arrives, say, “Welcome. Make yourself comfortable.” If love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her. Turn off the music, listen to the quiet, whisper, “Thank you. Thank you for stopping by.” 

Dear love, I'm still hoping you'd stay. Happy holidays.

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

echos lang.

Enneagram Test Results
Type 1 Perfectionism |||||||||||||||| 64%
Type 2 Helpfulness |||||||||||| 44%
Type 3 Image Focus |||||||||||||||||| 76%
Type 4 Individualism |||||||||||||| 60%
Type 5 Intellectualism |||||||||||||||||| 76%
Type 6 Security Focus |||||||||||||||| 66%
Type 7 Adventurousness |||||||||||||||| 70%
Type 8 Aggressiveness |||||||||||||||| 66%
Type 9 Calmness |||||||||||||||||||| 84%
Your main type is 9
Your variant is sexual
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Kailangang i-explain ang variant na "sexual". Hahaha. 

Friday, December 14, 2012

Palaging May Ulan

by Michael Coroza

Palaging may ulan ang pamamaalam
Kaya binabaha ng lungkot ang lungsod
Ng panandaliang pagsasama't lugod.

Huwag kang lilingon at baka malusaw
Na asin ang mithing pagbabagong-loob.
Palaging may ulan ang pamamaalam
Kaya binabaha ng lungkot ang lungsod

Bangkay na lulutang ang panghihinayang
Ngayong nalunod na ang lahat ng pusok
At kuyom sa dibdib ang basang alabok.
Palaging may ulan ang pamamaalam
Kaya binabaha ng lungkot ang lungsod
Ng panandaliang pagsasama't lugod.

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Bakit kulot?

I decided to have my hair curled. It’s weird, how all my life I’ve been struggling to keep them straight. See, my hair is not straight but it’s not curly. It’s somewhere in the middle, unruly waves and tikwas all over. Naturally sabog is how I describe it. Like my mom’s, but she keeps her hair short. Every year I would spend Php2,000 – Php 3,000 to have my hair straightened and for the first few weeks my hair is shampoo commercial-material. Then life happens and boom, it’s sabog again. This year is particularly bad. I had my last rebond last February and by June I had to have my hair in a pony all the time. The hair chemicals didn’t even last six months.

I’ve wanted a new hairdo since last year, but with my physical features I don’t really have much to choose from. I would have wanted to get a pixie cut para tipid sa shampoo but you have to be really really really pretty to pull that off. Like Emma Watson or Natalie Portman. Or Tin Leones (aylabyu mare!). And I remember Boy Abunda’s interview with Rosanna Roces from waaaaaay back (I was in grade school, may career pa si Osang) complimenting her on her new hairdo, saying she is one of the few women who can pull it off kasi maliit ang mukha at matangos ang ilong. Unfortunately for me I don’t have both. *sniff*

Getting a kulot and/or blue hair was what I wanted for my birthday but both would be too much of a shock so I settled for bangs, for the first time in ages. This is how I looked like:

Not much has changed. Haha.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

you take my breath away

Ventolin you cause me so much grief
Having asthma it can be so annoying
Yeah but at least you haven't got other diseases and shit

Yesterday I had the worst asthma attack ever. Well, physically or medically, at least. In my book, nothing beats the panic-induced asthma attack when I got called to recite in Physics class in 4th year high school. So effing embarrassing. I think I scared the shit out of my teacher and she never called me to recite again. I could have done that in law school. Haha.  

So yesterday. I barely had sleep the night before because of incessant coughing and immense difficulty in breathing. It felt like only ¼ of my lungs is functioning. I didn’t even want to sleep, I was so scared my respiratory system would stop working altogether (praning lang). In the morning my condition did not improve one bit despite the capsules of cough medication I’ve taken so I texted my boss that I won’t be able to report for work, which is almost felonious, since it was manic Monday. I spent the whole day trying to sleep but instead I twisted and turned and coughed like hell and gained nothing from the experience except back pains from the day-long bed abuse and abdominal cramps because of the cough. I swear coughing is almost as good as crunches. Magkaka-abs ka talaga.

At around 4PM the congestion went from bad to worse and it felt like there was a massive boulder on my chest, I thought I would die. I decided to drag myself to school and drop by the Infirmary so I could make it alive for my 6PM class.

In UP, the Infirmary is derisively called "Infirmatay" so going there is not the most attractive idea if you are having health problems. Pero kung feeling mo mamamatay ka na, huwag ka nang choosy. I was a bit surprised since they are now better equipped and maintained. And they have a nebulizer. Yay.

They made me use the aforesaid nebulizer for 30 minutes. Didn’t work. They made me lie in bed, put a tube through my nostrils and turned on the oxygen tank. I had it for an hour I think before they gave me another dose of nebulizer. While breathing through the oxygen tank. Fun.

I was bored, okay?

I got out after four hours, and this:

Saturday, November 03, 2012

Asin: Itanong Mo Sa Mga Bata

Itanong Mo Sa Mga Bata by Asin on Grooveshark

Kahapon, sa gitna ng kangaragan sa SLR ay naisip kong pumetiks muna at manood ng sine (Hi Tin! Oo, nanood ako ng sine kahit ang paalam ko'y iidlip lang ako sa bahay). Pinanood ko ang Six Degrees of Separation From Lilia Cuntapay. Napakarami nang naisulat tungkol sa pelikulang ito kaya hindi na ako eeksena pa. Ang masasabi ko lang ay "Mahusay!" *slow clap* Nakakalungkot lamang at wala pa yatang dalawampu ang kasama ko sa sinehan samantalang ang pila sa The Secret Affair at Skyfall e singhaba ng EDSA.

Sa awards night sequence ng pelikula ay nabanggit ang pangalang Lolita Carbon at naalala ko ang vocalist ng isa sa mga paborito kong banda noong bata pa ako (mga six years old, ganyan) kaya yun. Yun lang talaga ang paliwanag sa post na ito. 

In other news, Juvenile Justice and Welfare Consciousness Week noong nakaraang linggo kaya rin ito ang napili kong kanta. Pero maganda rin i-playback yung Ang Bayan Kong Sinilangan (Cotabato) habang pinapanood ang historic signing ng Framework Agreement sa pagitan ng pamahalaan at ng Moro Islamic Liberation Front (MILF). See, Asin is awesome! Hooray for social relevance. 

Oo, ganito ang pinakikinggan kong music noong bata ako. Don't judge me. At saka mainstream-bordering-on-jologs-pop (read: Michael Learns To Rock). 

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

R.I.P., Multiply

Multiply is closing down. Well, not entirely, but it is discontinuing its social networking thingees. Too bad, I only used it for social networking/virtual stalking.

my last Multiply post

Part of their announcement is a promise that they will provide tools to make users' migration to other online services easier. So far they have rolled out export tools to Blogger:

Hi All,

It's taken longer than we'd hoped but I'm pleased to inform you that the export tools are now up and running.

The export tools are available below your headshot on your Multiply site and enable you to do the following:
1. Download your content to your computer
2. Export to Blogger (a blogging platform owned by Google)
To use the export tools:
1. Visit your Multiply page (example:
2. Click one of the options available on your Multiply page (below your headshot):
a. Download Media: to download all media files
b. Export to Blogger: to transfer all compatible files to your Blogger page
i. Choose file you would like to download
ii. You will receive an email (via the email address registered to your Multiply account) containing a link to download all your Multiply files along with instructions on how to import then to Blogger:
These tools will be available until December 1, 2012 for you to migrate your content.
There efforts underway to offer ways to migrate your content to other platforms such as Tumblr (we had Tumblr working, but then they changed their API on September 1st) and Wordpress, and we will keep you posted as these options materialize.
For more information, please read the Export Tools section at the bottom of our Frequently Asked Questions . There are some restrictions (e.g. Blogger has a limitation that means photos must be downloaded and uploaded separately)
Should you have any questions regarding the export tool, please let us know by dropping an email to
If you use custom CSS and the links are hidden, you can use these urls to access them directly (substituting your own id for 'yourid').

So I have imported my Multiply stuff. It worked okay, journal comments were transferred too. Unfortunately, however, Blogger does not support photo/video importing -- it was only able to import the album covers and comments -- so this has to be done manually. Boo. Being the technoidiot that I am, I doubt if I will take the trouble of doing that.

Oh well. Bye-bye Multiply. It was fun while it lasted.

Monday, October 01, 2012

Sunday, September 30, 2012

a socially relevant rantage

Yun o. Sumo-socially relevant. Kasi naman, nakakaloka talaga ang mga kaganapan recently. Naisabatas ang Republic Act No. 10175 habang tayong lahat ay abala sa pangbu-bully diumano kay Sen. Sotto. 

Hindi man ako kabilang sa propesyon ng kursong tinapos ko, galit ako sa pagkakapasa ng batas na ito. Blogger rin naman ako kahit kadalasan eh ang Universe lang ang inookray ko at wala naman yata akong libelous entries whatsoever.

Pero naman. Napaka-basic naman ng Art. III, Sec. 4 ng 1987 Constitution. No law shall be passed abridging the freedom of speech, of expression, or of the press, or the right of the people peaceably to assemble and petition the government for redress of grievances. Minemorize namin ito as UPJC applicants (haha) at isa ito sa dalawang legal provisions* na alam ko by heart bago ako mag-Law. 

Thursday, September 27, 2012

K: Only Human

So aside from Mad Rush, I've been obsessing over this Japanese song and feeling really weepy. *sniff*

I'm trying to memorize the Japanese lyrics para mas bongga ang pag-emote. I did that with a Chinese song once. Hah. Me and my worthless endeavors.

A Dorm Story*

DISCLAIMER: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Riiiight.

July 2001.

“I’m late,” the girl thought. “Why are jeepneys so rare when you need them?”

A few minutes later, a jeepney came. It seemed full but the driver said there’s room for one.

The vehicle had barely moved forward when the girl regretted getting on. As it turned out, there’s only room for half. She thought of recent misfortunes that have befallen her. Just the other day, she lost her wallet, with her registration form, library card, identification card, and ATM card. She felt that having half her butt on the seat of a jeep was a sure sign that the Fates were conspiring against her.

“Why the heck are you looking at me like that?” she muttered as she caught yet another glance from the guy beside the guy opposite her.

He was looking longer and more frequent than decorum normally allows. He lowered his eyes. The girl turned away. A few seconds later, she felt she was being looked at again.

She looked.

The guy smiled. The girl frowned. And almost felt guilty for doing so.

“He’s cute. But that rainbow-colored shirt he’s wearing is baduy.”

The Fates weren’t so bad after all. 


Monday, September 24, 2012

making a temporary sense of the senseless

I love the number of people
you can love at the same time,
one deep erotic love,
radiating even to strangers...

~ Stephen Dunn

Well, no. I can only love one person. At a time, that is. I can't even get myself to be attracted to another person because it feels like I'm betraying the one I'm with. This just proves my theory that I was a cat in my past life and some traits carried over to this life, e.g. cautious, snob, loves to scratch (haha), sleeps a lot, trusts a few, and tends to be attached to just one human.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

The Birthday Post



Was it for this I uttered prayers, 
And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs, 
That now, domestic as a plate, 
I should retire at half-past eight? 

~ Edna St. Vincent Millay

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Let us die young or let us live forever

Well, not forever. I don't want to be a struldbrug. 

I'm turning a year older in two days. I don't really feel excited. I ceased being excited about my birthday a long time ago, much like losing enthusiasm over what used to be fun occasions like Christmas and New Year. It gets boring when you've gone through something a lot of times, I guess. 27 times. Tuesday's gonna be the 28th. I was born on a Tuesday, 7:20 in the morning (I have no personal knowledge, Your Honor, but my mom told me so. So it's hearsay?). Rambling. 

Anyway. What is the most memorable birthday I've ever had, she asked. Long silence. Memorable. Worth remembering, easily remembered. I don't have 'em. Childhood birthdays were always the same. Ang walang kamatayang pansit/spaghetti. Bow. No parties. Just me and my mom and my siblings. Our celebrations for commencement exercises were more bongga. Laging may cake at balloons and we invited our friends over. Perhaps my parents value educational achievement more. Hmmm. That's a thought.

Remembrance of Things Past
2011. Dinner with Bunso and my highschool bestfriend Melba after a day of foodtripping around UP. Watched a play called Tinarantadong Asintado. There was also a joint birthday dinner with Bernice at Taumbayan, days after my actual birthday, with office friends. We got to meet Bembol Roco, who I just saw in the play days earlier. I was fangirling. Haha.
2010. Bar Ops. A melancholic dinner with Golda and Tin at Tomato Kick Maginhawa.
2009. 77 Bistro, joint birthday celebration with Golda. Got drunk. Again.
2008. Surprise house party at Masikap Ext. Golda and my dearest law school friends Tin, Agnes, Patty, Gian and JD were there. And Mayee cooked for me. *sniff* There was an attempt to videoke I think. Balloons. HAPPY BIRTHDAY on the wall. I wonder where the pictures are.
2007. J sort of broke up with me. Karma is a bitch. GP wrote me a haiku:

Ms. Ramirez why
are you always late for class?
~Justice Villaruz.
And another kuwento.

2001. First birthday away from home. Mommy gave me a surprise visit in Kalay. Ate and I biked in QC Circle. I used an adult bike with support wheels because I didn't know how to bike (and I still don't). Lame.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

hooray for today

Generally ho-hum, like most days. The highlight is this:

7th dividend check. Yay!

And this:

What my friends do after bullying me into doing something illegal.   


Tuesday, September 04, 2012

i really should be working

Things I should stop doing in the office:
1. Facebook
2. Eating poetry
3. Virtual stalking her
4. Listening to Philip Glass' Mad Rush
5. Pressing the "Ignore" button when the phone rings
6. Worrying about _____ and ______
7. Blogging
I've been doing all of the above for the past couple of weeks, resulting in piles upon piles of files to file (Ehehe, couldn't help it.) and a suddenly active blog. The probability of HRD and/or ICT issuing a memo to this effect: "You are not paid to surf the internet, you dumbass!" is getting higher by the day. Unjust enrichment. Yeahboi. Maybe I should ask the IT guys to cut off my internet. Nah, that would be too great a loss. I need it, although it's not exactly doing me good. Just like...

Monday, September 03, 2012

All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well.

OLA, OLA, OLA. I’ve dropped almost every subject yet I am still as stressed out as before. I swear I don’t want to rant about it anymore but… Oh, please shut up.
“You know the story of the boy who would not cry though the wolf was gnawing him underneath his frock. Most of us have some wolf to gnaw us somewhere; but we are generally gnawed beneath our clothes, so that the world doesn't see; and it behooves us so to bear it that the world shall not suspect. The man who goes about declaring himself to be miserable will be not only miserable, but contemptible as well.” ~Anthony Trollope, The Small House at Allington
And Bunso is telling me, "I told you so." Because she's the only person who advised against taking OLA 2 this sem. Yes, my sister knows me more than I do. Which is pretty much true for everyone because I'm a stranger even to myself. Pfft.

Conversation with post office guy (hereinafter POG) while I was filing a motion at the Robinson’s Fairview Post Office:
POG: Mahirap na course yan ano?
Me: Haynaku, kuya, sinabi mo pa!
POG: Yung anak ko nga gusto mag-abogado sabi ko huwag.
Me: Buti na lang kuya napigilan nyo.
POG: Yung kapitbahay nga namin e, lawyer yun. 38 years old lang, namatay na. Stroke.
Me: Uy, may 10 years pa pala ako. Hahaha.
POG: Saka yung kaibigan ko, 44 years old, fiscal. Tatlong beses nang na-stroke.
Me: Baka naman po nasa lahi talaga nila. O kaya mahilig siya sa bawal.
POG: Hindi, healthy living nga yun e. Hindi nagsisigarilyo, hindi umiinom, madalas mag-exercise, pero tinamaan pa rin. Stress daw talaga sa trabaho.
Me: Kuya naman e, huwag mo naman akong i-discourage…
“We need 4 hugs a day for survival. We need 8 hugs a day for maintenance. We need 12 hugs a day for growth.” ~ Virginia Satir

Read more.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Life is a game show

At least my law school life is. 

Elements of a game show:
1. People hoping to win big
2. Questions getting increasingly difficult as the level goes up
3. People making total fools of themselves
4. Copious display of human hopes and disappointments

See?!?! Law school is one big game show. With no lights, cameras, and gyrating girls.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

On Love

“I cannot persuade her with words to love me, to trust me, to be with me. IT MUST BE DONE WITH ACTIONS. She must come to me freely.”

Susan Sontag is awesome. I love her. I love her thoughts on love. I'd love to get a copy of this book (ATTN: friends haha), from which the following sparks of brilliance came.


Monday, August 06, 2012

you learn something new everyday :-)

I've been on Blogger for eight freaking years and I just discovered (like, 15 minutes ago) what this icon is for.

Ako na ang technoidiot.

Friday, August 03, 2012


They say man’s nature is to merge
Wanting, needing to be part of something
How is it possible to lose this urge
And just stop caring?

The earth spins blighted on its axis
Everything becomes a senseless blur
How is it possible to take this crisis
And just stop caring?

Ideals held dear are forgotten in a shrug
Craving to rest from a senseless battle
How is it possible to hoist a white flag
And just stop caring?

We have so much to offer but we’ve grown weary
Of the world’s miseries and spite
How is it possible to look on merely
And just stop caring?

*Because she said she doesn’t care about anything the way she used to. And I didn’t go to class because I thought it was pointless. It was one of those days.


To prove my point.  

Wednesday, August 01, 2012

Renounced Resolutions

And just like that, it’s August. Well, there’s nothing special about this month, I think. It just makes me feel uneasy about the thought of midterm exams, and that I’m too far into 2012 and yet I haven’t done ANY of my New Year’s Resolutions, to wit: 

And I listed them a couple of weeks late.

I promise to do better this year:
1. Reduce petiks time.
2. Quit surfing during office hours.
3. Study at home; work at work.
4. Reduce shower time.
5. Read faster. The faster you finish, the more sleep you get.
6. No more absences!
7. Play more.
8. Save! 

Fail on every single one. Major fail re absences. Barely a third of the semester has lapsed and I have exhausted all the allowable absences in RemLaw, only one left for Nego and three for CrimLawRev. Yes, I’m counting. “Ipinaglaban ‘yan (maximum number of absences) ng mga predecessors natin kaya dapat i-maximize.” I can’t remember who said this brilliant line to me in undergrad. Dude, if I flunk any of my subjects this sem, it’s gonna be your fault. But I can’t make you pay ‘cause I don’t remember who you are. Oh well.

Monday, July 30, 2012

dimwit's desktop

This is how my office desktop looks at the moment:

If I had a boyfriend... *sigh*

Friday, July 27, 2012

the pursuit of happiness

OMG. I want this book.

I was not born with your language (or, Insecurities)

I was not born with your language
Yours is meant for deities
Mine is the language of mortals
Simple, normal, practical, banal.

I was not born with your language
You string words like daisy chain
Pretty, fragile, sometimes full of pain
I forge mine like steel -- cold, hard, unfeeling.

I was not born with your language
I do not write poems of longing, loving, losing.
I cannot write you odes like the poetess
Who caressed you with her words.

I was not born with your language
You were not born with mine
How do we make this last
When we speak in different tongues?

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

erase and rewind


I've changed my mind
I take it back...

So I  resurrected the old blog name and its URL. I thought of importing Blogger to Tumblr but it's too much effort. Well.

Thursday, July 05, 2012

oh my gulay, it's July!

I missed RemLaw. Again. It's a 4-unit course, so we're probably allowed 8 absences max (this I have to check). The cough has refused to leave me and the contractions are causing too much abdominal pain. I'm developing a six-pack. Haha. Why the virus chose to get me during the first week of school, I have no idea. Usually it's during the midterms or finals. Never fails. I am always sick during exam time. The Universe has been very good to me because I manage to pass somehow. Blessed, I am.

Hay, RemLaw. Pogi pa naman yung prof.


Now I really have to submit that position paper for OLA or else Prof. Umbridge will kill me. Or flunk me. Whatever. I have been so out of sorts since... asdfghjklzxcvbnm,./

This feeling reminds me of Titanic. The watertight compartment doors must be closed!


Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Revelations. And more.

The other day I got the best advice ever. It came from a good friend whom I haven’t seen in ages, the one who scolded me for trying to pursue someone when I know I won’t be able to deal with what other people would think. Which means I’m such a conceited bitch for thinking that people actually care about my decisions in life. Anyway. We were chatting the other day and I got into talking about this person who has been giving me the opposite of loneliness for the past few weeks. Again, my fear, or hesitation, of being involved in a socially unacceptable “circumstance” resurfaced.

“Maiksi lang ang buhay. Find your happy place and have the courage to stay.”

Happiness is always a form of courage. I will not fear other people’s judgment. I will not care. I will embrace this chance to be genuinely happy. [Repeat 528,467 times] 

“I need to know all about your life and the things you love and the things you’ve seen… There will never be enough time.”

Because I don’t talk much. I hate the sound of my voice and my short tongue that makes it impossible to enunciate properly. So I’d rather not talk.

1. I drink a lot. Well, not really. But I always end up the first to get wasted. Because I don’t sing during videoke sessions and I don’t talk much.  It all boils down to my apparent incapacity to communicate with human beings, which nicely segues to number 2.

2. I love cats. Because they understand without me having to say anything. Because they are content with neck and tummy rubs that I give whenever I feel like it. Because they’re not attention whores. Because they give me warmth.

3. I love old stuff. Old movies, old books, old buildings, old music. Anything old. Except dirty old men.

4. I love history, mainly because of number three.
5. I hate Math. Which is not as interesting as when someone says I love Math.

6. I am very secretive. I once got into an accident in high school (tricycle collided with an owner-type jeep, I was thrown out and almost got run over by a bus) and I did not tell my mom. She only learned about it when the tricycle driver’s mom asked her how I was a few days later. I would have been a very good member of the US military during DADT’s heyday. Kidding.

7. I am a middle child. Which means… I don’t know if it means anything.

8. I majored in Journalism but I commit the most horrendous grammar mistakes very often.

9. (Related to number 6) I have major trust issues. “Three can keep a secret if two of them are dead.”

10. I can go on and on. This is why testimonial evidence is presented through Q&A, to keep the witness from unnecessary rambling.


What is love like?
“Love is like a frog that jumps in my heart,” so says my college roommate who was quoting someone from her grade school slum book. Hahaha. A friend who's taking her masters was also asked this question in class and one of her classmates said "Love is the emotional equivalent of gravity." Whattup.

I guess it’s like medicine. Sometimes you need it, sometimes you don’t. It makes you feel better, but too much can kill you. Ugh. Not clever enough.