things have changed and so i've moved my online life somewhere else.

the last nine months have been great.

i may just have successfully set two people up... amazing.

she writes well. he writes well.

she loves food. he loves food.

she has a band, he has a band.

they both love doreen fernandez and aerosmith.

i can feel a song coming on... "matchmaker, matchmaker make me a match. catch me a catch. find me a find."

they're still chatting now as i post this.

so fun today that i almost forgot i had an agref paper to finish

exam... take home but i'm in no mood to do it.

bad girl.

hitting the books

exams killed me friday and saturday. i knew i had an entire week to study for civpro and agref but between making two exams for my own students, checking papers, catching up on sleep, and bumming in general, i crammed for the two exams.

so even if teacher apparent reused the jurisdiction quiz, i totally winged it. the hell i care if don pedro's estate is being seized by the agaw-lupa gang. i have absolutely no idea who has jurisdiction (hey wait ... that's regional trial court cause it's a criminal case)... fine, i knew some of it but brain totally died on me.

and i'm not yet done! i have to make the agref paper, take the pil finals, do the pil integrated outline, AND the friggin' thesis. oh, grades. mag-darts na lang kaya ako?

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since i've started law school, i've been sorely tempted to just randomly give grades -- a.k.a. darts -- at the end of the semester. no matter how religiously i check at the start of the sem, somewhere in the middle i just stop checking and a whole pile accumulates in my desk and before i know it it's two nights away from grades deadline and it would take two all-nighters to finish the pile.

it doesn't help that crunch time at work is crunch time in law school. grrr.

but i've never done it. i'd like to think that there's some merit to the idea of a karma and that if i did my students wrong, some teacher would do the same to me.

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replying to your comments

bundi: according to vanessa, that wasn't exactly an eb. it was just me seizing the opportunity to meet you. an eb, according to her, takes a lot of planning and stuff. oh well. i just find it weird that now i actually know you i see you around the school a lot.

habits: ay, if he ever read the bong revilla comment he'd freak. alam mo naman yon, feeling ... but don't tell him that. he actually has visions of himself being gentle and kind.

specpro classmate: you might know her. nahihiya na tuloy ako sa comments ko... non-chick, unpretty. kala mo naman kung sino akong carmina villaroel (he!he!)

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saw another beautiful bag ... the martian offered to buy it for me. told him no. no no no no no no no no (yes? yes? please!) no no no no no ...

beginning to hate the car. had it not been for the car insurance (comprehensive!), registration, and 65,000 km repair at the casa (wtf? who else has their car checked-up in the casa?) on top of first semester tuition and books, i would have bought the bag right there and then. but microsoft money has all these reminders that i'll be overdrawn in june and stuff if i don't start saving more every payday.

before i had the car i had money to burn. i hardly took cabs as i was scared of them. i had visions of either (a) not having enough money to pay for the cab fare or (b) me falling asleep (as i always do!) and waking up somewhere else (which has never happened ever). so i took the jeep (P4.75), the mrt (P11.50) and walked from shaw to uap. lost around five pounds that way, just strolling through ortigas with my big bag and high heels.

ngayon, i waste that much in terms of gas money just parking the car.

grrr.

return of the comeback

ROTC #1: bored with the bubbles thing, decided to re-use this template instead.

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ROTC #2: guess who's in manila? bacolod boy!

brief history: went to bacolod last summer to accompany really good friend chase after her i'm-done-with-highschool-so-i'm-now-going-to-college-but-i-feel-so-mature non-boyfriend (well, they totally denied they were together but i'm not THAT stupid). non-boyfriend's uncle happened to be bacolod boy. bacolod boy's in law school too, a little older than me, and was the main reason why bacolod became fun.

only one hitch: he has this girlfriend. let's just say she's unpretty. and bacolod boy spent his entire youth chasing after this girl. and let me reiterate it: she's unpretty. totally. she's nice and confident and sweet and smart and godly and all that. but as jaemark says, it's crap when guys say that the first thing they notice in a girl is her smile or her eyes.

anyway, found out only now that bacolod boy's in manila. and that he's got something for me. so although i've been avoiding my church friends since both of them missed my birthday party (and they cancelled out last minute too! the freaks. *evil me talking*) i've a mind to meet them this weekend.

but no. pride pride pride. kahit pa siguro engagement ring and jimmy choo shoes yung pasalubong, dead-ma lang. hmph. di naman nabubulok ang diamonds at sapatos. makapaghihintay siya.

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ROTC #3: driving dreams.

dreamt i was driving again. only this time, i was driving the martian's van. weird thing was that i was in the passenger seat.

lecheng stephen speaks yan. pati panaginip ko, passenger seat!

totoo ba si jules?

that was the first question i asked him when he sat down beside me in starbucks. of course i just had to ask him about the lolo in the kanto, and her about her mom.

yep, i just had my first eb. amazing.

had i known that eb meant it's-such-a-maid-and-driver-thing eyeball, i probably wouldn't have gone. that would have sounded downright tacky. but when pam texted asking me if i wanted to meet up with her, j, and jaemark, it sounded nice to finally see three people whose lives i read on a daily (well, almost daily) basis that civpro, agref, and pil finals aside, i trekked to makati to see them.

fun.fun.fun. it felt like meeting up with long lost cousins. i had all these questions i just had to ask ... which was a VERY big mistake cause it was not long before they began thinking i sort of looked like kris aquino. (di naman, diba?)

they were every bit the kind of people i hoped they'd be. so, although i told myself that i'd be on my way home after an hour or so, i found myself first having coffee, then dinner, then dessert (oh-so-heavenly chocnut ice cream) with them. it didn't matter that the catfish and mango salad was actually glorified ensalada, and that no one liked what they had for dinner ... the three people whose lives i find interesting turned out to be interesting people in real life too!

sa uulitin!