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

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