freedom..hehe

tita Pearl just got home from Italy so my mom went to Tarlac to see her dear sister. so, my brother and i had 2 days of freedom and counting.. hehe. yey! anyway, ate marecor, our kasama also went home for the holidays.

ha! lazy brother. i did all the household chores except the laundry. can't operate the washing machine. i'm scared of the damn thing. too big and noisy. splish-splash. weng weng. *shudder*

mom will be back tomorrow, i think. anyway it was nice to have the house all by ourselves...but boy, do i need her!!!

sumbong lang ako, my brother and his girlfriend watched a movie inside his bedroom. i didn't dare ask what else they did. but when she left, my brother was like, "oh...ate, i'm so happy..." and all that crap.

damn happy people. burn them. burn them all.

in other news, our neighbors kuya ryan and marriane are spending the holidays here. kit barged in around 15 mins ago and introduced me to a surprise which i didn't recognize. really, i've forgotten all about her. it's been 11 years after all... i didn't remember her name nor her face. damn...i'm worried...my memory's failing. but here she comes talking to me like a long lost sister. "remember when we used to play patintero?" and i go, "uh-uh" and nod and smile. and i'm such a lousy liar.

waah!!!

i love the Christmas season. but i hate the reunions. they're crappy and boring. and Christmas songs remind me of people i've forgotten.

anyway, i'll be going to kit's place in a few. to sing videoke and stuff.

Jesus, i love you. i really do, but your birthday's making suffer in ways you can't imagine.

i skipped a month

i promised myself i'd be updating my blog at least once a month. guess it didn't work out. hehe. i hate it when i get too busy. and i hate it when someone tells me point-blank, "you don't even have time to get to know me" ad infinitum...

time is such a dubious term. and so is love. i am an escapist. i want out.

anyway, about a week ago, i was riding the mrt (starting this sem, i've been commuting from my house in Las Piñas to UP), and my seatmate asked me, "ms., excuse me, sang law school ka?" i told him, "UP po." apparently, he was invading my privacy by glancing over what i was reading, which was Agpalo's Commentaries on the Code of Professional Responsibility. (i try reading every chance i get during weekdays, coz weekends i just waste my time with someone)

anyway, so he turned out to be a lawyer from graduated from FEU, who has a La Sallite daughter taking up accounting, and who practices labor law. he gave me unsolicited advice - initially i was pissed coz he interrupted my reading, but he was relaying his experiences like he was my psychiatrist or maybe he just felt he owed it to the Bar to give me "guidance" hehe.

So despite the legal realities that he constantly talked about (which would make any aspiring lawyer turn to the dark side) i craved to study law more and be good at it no matter what.

like a master to an apprentice, he said, "ituloy mo lang yan, kahit mahirap. pagdating ng araw, magiging abogada ka rin. mararamdaman mo na ang sarap ng pakiramdam ng may natutulungan ka."

at the last station, he gave me his card and funny thing was, i was reading on Canon 3, which prohibits advertising one's talent as a shopkeeper advertises his wares. the only advertisement allowed is word of mouth or by reputation. it has something to do with the dignity and the integrity of the legal profession and all that crap. anyway, i was asking myself, hmmm...is this soliciting business? hehe when i got home, i learned that simple business cards are permissible.

ok naman pala.

anyway, i remember what he said: "law is a jealous mistress." i'm getting that now. heee.