Blast from the Past 2

So I've been going crazy being sick at home.  I've read my new book (Matthew Reilly's The Five Greatest Warriors) and I don't have anything else to read, well, none that I want to reread just yet.  There I was contemplating my bookshelves when my eyes fell on, of all things!, my yearbooks.  Hehehe.  I'm kinda bragging here, but I like my write-up in high school. :))

"She's one student who has the guts not to study for a long test.  Born with a brilliant mind and superior IQ, Doodie is also blessed (?) with enough laziness to be considered hazardous to health.  While everyone is in panic over unfinished assignments and deadlines, you'd find her calmly seated at her place, utterly unaware of the chaos around her.  Typically stable and cheerful, she rarely gets moody, but when she does, watch out! Her razor-sharp tongue and sarcastic remarks (spoken in English or Filipino) have been known to reduce people to tears.

Despite her laziness, Doodie can handle responsibilities, being a club officer, and annual staffer.  She's probably schizophrenic (have you found your invisible jet?).  Possessed with an irrepressible optimism and unshakeable self-esteem, you're not likely to find her rattled even in the direst situation, instead, be prepared to laugh when she shows her arsenal of corny jokes and crazy antics.

As an advocate of mind over matter, it's really not hard to believe once you've met Doodie."

Cool di ba?  I'm such a dork. :)

Day 7 - Sickee girl

October 7, 2010 - Been sick since wednesday. Asthma attack + bad cough = :-(

Blast from the Past 3

Since I already started down the road, here are my write-ups from college:

"Doodie is not perfect. She makes you laugh when you're all set to being depressed.  She eggs you on when you're getting angry.  She laughs at you when you humiliate yourself.  She ignores you when you desperately need her attention.  She's never there for you.  She's lazy and tardy and selfish and conceited and a stuck-up snob. She never listens when you're talking.  She looks through you, not at you.  She'll eat all your food when you're not looking.  She'll kick you if you do or say something to irritate her.  She'll stick her tongue out at you when you're in the middle of a really tough recitation.  She's irresponsible and utterly undependable.  She'll take advantage of you if you're not careful.  Her smile is always the most angelic when she's done something particularly devious.  Her eyes start twinkling when she's going to be mean.  She's happiest when she has completely ruined somebody's day.  She isn't really someone you want to be friends with.  She doesn't have a single redeeming quality...Uh, I guess there are some things.  She loves me even though I'm a compulsive liar.  The way I see it, that makes her as close to perfect as a person can hope to get."

 And from law school:

"Sometime in September of her last year in law school, Doodie, the penultimate guru of real-world love claimed that she is now ready to plunge into the abyss of the complicated exclusive inter-human affair commonly referred to as requited love. [Read as: SHE NOW WANTS TO HAVE A BOYFRIEND!] While admittedly the logical step in her well underway trek towards self-actualization, one cannot help but ask the question: Is there a man worthy of Doodie's crazy brand of cool?  Can a man keep up with her ultra-positive 'I just might survive the end of the world' outlook?  With her recurring spur of the moment 'there's a beat in my head and I couldn't care less who's looking' jiggle and her 30-second melancholies, can someone actually measure up?  While Doodie has enchanted many with her 'I can live ten lifetimes but I will never get that out of my head' smile and her constant need to be scratched (in the back), Mr. Right has yet to come along.  Meanwhile, she has the company of her family and friends who are ever so thankful for their daily dose of Doodie's 3 parts sexy, 4 parts crazy and 3 parts sugar and spice."

Nyek!

Day 6 - Home before dark

Oct. 5, 2010 - Got home by 5:30pm.  It's still light outside. Haha..I hope this will be my regular going home time...or even earlier if I could just wake up at 5:30am!

Day 5 - Patriotic Monday

October 4, 2010 - My first flag ceremony in my new office.  The lighting's a bit off since I took the picture surreptitiously, hehe. 

Bye Makati

I moved to a different city (sounds soo faar away!) for a new job.  And while this is a great opportunity for me, I can't help but think of all the things and friends I'm going to miss...

Mace - S's kuya.  He's a super nice guy who took care of us when we started at the office.  He introduced us to his friends and made sure S and I didn't get into too much trouble. He keeps our secrets and gives really good advice too. I love him because he's so pa-strict kunyari but then he goes along with whatever S and I cook up.

Ferdie - gentlemanly hotness :)) hot daddeeh! hehehe. leer*

Paolo - He's also an older brother figure and a perfect gentleman. Very malambing voice :))


RC - our very own "korean" pop star


Eric - my cute (very guapo) little brother :) super mabait and always looks like he has something funny to say, which he usually does!


Jon - need I say more?


Yvette - the best secretary! and makulet too like me and S.


Eu - don't have anything to say, pero siguro I'll miss him too


Al - well, I definitely won't miss the daily dose of drama :) but I wish him all the best.

Hot Momma - I'll miss her kakikayan!

My desk:

S is very busy:

Eu is out of the office (na naman):

Day 4 - sun's a little bright

October 1, 2010 - Morning after mom's surgery...rainy and already running late, but still, is it just me or is my shower curtain extra happy too?

Day 3 - So I suck at this

September 30, 2010 -Fighting the temptation of the lonely atis in the ref...I already ate 2 after lunch (I only bought 3 on my way home from the hospital)  Atis, or sweet sop or sugar apple, is my favorite fruit! Very bad for someone watching her sugar. :)  Lost the fight come dinner time.

Day 2 - View from the 8th floor

September 29, 2010 - Lights from the window. Couldn't sleep in Mom's hospital room.

Day 1 - All my bags are packed

September 28, 2010 - My cleared and empty cube just waiting for me to go.

I'm sorry if this trivializes things

 A lot has been written on the blast that shook De La Salle University at the end of the 2010 bar exams last Sept. 26, 2010.  Read notes and status(es) on FB and you'll see what I mean.  Once again, people are scrambling to make sense of the events that unfolded. Reports show that the blast is frat-related.  Violence and fraternities. Really.

Once again, words like brotherhood and omerta are being bandied about.  Once again, fraternities have closed ranks and issuing statements like "That's not us", "We're not that kind of fraternity", "We didn't do that", "Not one of our members will do that". Once again, authorities, schools and parents are calling for stricter control and harsher punishment for the perpetrators.

What's different this time is that they saw fit to throw their grenade in the middle of a crowd of people in the middle of what is supposed to be a joyous occasion.  (let's face it, the mere fact of finishing the bar exams IS cause for celebration.)  Ok, so maybe the grenade's a first too.

When I first heard the news on Sunday night, I thought "fraternities".  As more news filtered in the idea that it was frat-related became more concrete.  Sucks.  I even entertained the idea that the people involved may be people I ACTUALLY know.  In the course of my work, I've met a lot of other lawyers from other schools and some of them are fraternity members.  I sometimes can't get my head around the fact that some of them went through hazing and later on hazed their incoming "brods".

While I'm not totally for or against fraternities and sororities (I was almost part of one, and they're great women), I also have to remind myself that fraternities and sororities have done some people some good.  There's this one classmate who would've dropped out of law school if not for the intervention of the fraternity, the assistance they give during bar ops.  Or how about the job opportunities and connections that you develop and foster through being "brods" and "sisses"? Of course, there are also the great fundraisers to benefit their various causes.  Those can't be denied.

But still, a grenade in the middle of an innocent crowd? Really.  It's just a pointless, meaningless, "I'm dumber than you are but my explosions are bigger" shit.
(C'mon, what good would a grenade be in the middle of empty space, huh?)

I hope the responsible parties get chewed and eaten alive (very sloooooowly) by fire ants and slugs and leeches AND that they see it happening.

Potipot

 

Some shots from our Potipot trip last May.

Sun, sky, sand, sea, shade = serenity

Contemplating my circumstances

I still haven't figured it all out but I'm working on it.