October 30, 2006

Three days of drinking... since the 27th.

It's my Tweny-Fifth Today.

And yeah, it's one GREAT and MEMORABLE day.

Really. I need not exxxpound.

Hehehe.

Eid-ul Fitr Al Mubarak to Everyone!!! c",)

no more cable tv!!! mag-harakiri na lang ako. huhuhu...

bed space

okay, due to the recent conjunctivitis epidemic in Binan, we had to defer our trip there, instead, we opted to do the Makati Night life scene.

If plans go through, we'd be trying out this place called BED SPACE. A Savvy, Artsy and Chic new place to go to in Greenbelt 3. Been waiting for this kind of place since I first saw it on Lifestyle Network about two years ago. (and it was a restaurant in the US). Now that it's here, might as well try it out.

mea culpa... c",)

Greed:	Medium
Gluttony:	Medium
Wrath:	Very Low
Sloth:	Medium
Envy:	Low
Lust:	High
Pride:	High

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Team-Building experience

Call time was 5:30 a.m. for our Bar-Ops outing and Evaluation/Team-Building together with the Father Regent. Yes, you heard it right, we were with Father Regent, Order of Preachers. But hey, he’s one cool Dominican priest. He of course wore something appropriate for the occasion like walking shorts and plain striped shirts.

We went to this place called Bahay San Jose, sorta private retreat with a pool and patios for weddings and parties. It’s quite good for a small gathering of around 20 to 30 people. We brought in our own food, (which was CPA, or chicken-pork adobo, courtesy of the Central Seminary kitchen), and surprisingly, the parish priest of Quiapo church sent food also. (He being the person who recommended to Father Regent the place)

I know, this might sound like the stereotypical Catholic schoolboy and Catholic school girl routine, but hey, we’re all adults in there. So definitely, there is alcohol and profanity.

After we celebrated mass (I like the small-community gathering, it’s more informal and intimate.) we had breakfast and conducted our small group evaluation for about an hour. As Academic Committee members, we discussed the problems that we encountered and suggested possible solutions for them. Since we encountered the most problems, we were the last ones to frolic in the pool.

After lunch, and a change of appropriate wear, the rain started to fall and enticed me to join the fun. Wow! It’s just an awesome feeling just to get wet from above and below. You got so used to hiding from or running away from the rain, that getting wet with drops of water from the sky seemed like a new experience. Hehehe.

Beer was limited, but here’s the catch… JOHNNY WALKER BLACK LABEL… courtesy of Father Regent. Come to think of it, it was the first time I ever drank that, and oh boy, my blood pressure rose because of it, plus the inihaw na baboy as pulutan.

The cool thing there was Father Regent. He ain’t your typical black and white penguin robed priest… well, the language barrier isn’t even an issue. He’s Pinoy, and younger, around 30 to 40 years old, unlike the previous regent who’s probably around 50, a native of Spain, and who spoke only English with a heavy Castillian accent.

He was actually interacting with us. He laughs with us, sings with us during videoke sessions. He ain’t a snob, though he had all the bragging rights, being educated in Rome and in France. I guess it holds true for most Dominicans… it’s just that we don’t have a language barrier with this particular priest. He loved to joke around with Yari, that sophomore girl who headed the logistics committee. Well, Yari (real name Melissa… no, not the other Melissa, who by the way is a hot chick with the anime hairdo, who self-proclaims that her English is impeccable) ain’t your typical girl, she’s a tomboy. A very funny tomboy indeed.

Further, the Bar-Ops got to know each other much better. Establishing networks is of course very important for us, for future contingencies. Even though our profession is purely legal, we do have our own internal politics. At any rate, we’re all thomasians, and law students for that matter, we suffer the same fate.

Well, 9am, as per request (or order it seems) of Father, I am compelled by an oath to attend The Doctor of Laws, Honoris Causa Investiture for the Chief Justice of Russia at TARC. I can’t complain, kelangan magpabibo para may leverage para maka-graduate agad. Hehehe.

And, there’s this cute freshmen girl named J.B. (which stands for Julie Bernadette something.) Yeah, pwede… hehehe.

finally.

it's over and done... but the mental ache lives on inside. hahaha!

I finally get to go to bed unlimitedly.

but of course, saying goodbye to books is a no-no. the difficulties of a graduating senior is so compelling that time is measured like the pages of college notebook. so limited can be written, yet so much information.

just maintain the momentum...

as the adage goes... "Study, study, study. Pray, pray, pray." - Justice Lantin.

in other words... "steady lang."

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i am eyeing that K-hon Perry has. It's so darn simple to use, and i find no difficulty getting the hang of it, being a musician myself. and it's not that expensive.

i like it as a toy. something to vent out frustrations and to relax with. i'd listen to my incubus cd's and play along. (i know, a K-hon and incubus doesn't quite match. but, hey, who said incubus was a rockband or an alternative band? they're a totally different genre. and i beg to differ...)

well, one day, when i get my dream house, definitely, i'll have my own conservatory / music library.... a grand piano, a cello, violin, drumset, percussions, giant speakers... all the upgrades baby...

though i dream of playing in a band, or even being a lead 'songer'... (and yes, i have dared once to sing on stage in front of a multitude... and i was drunk. but it was a happy experience. hehehe.) probably i won't be in that kind of scene in a professional capacity.

and godspeed to my friends who just recently decided to pursue this bohemian venture... it will take time, and a lot of patience and practice. and time, definitely i don't have... though patience, i have plenty to offer. hehehe. at any rate, i'd be having guest appearances once in a while. c",)

now, buzz off.

one day more

4:00 am.

A few hours from now, I will suffer my last revalida in Mercantile Law (which was, btw, postponed last week.) and my last final exams in the same subject.

I haven’t opened any book yet since I slept around 10pm last night.

I couldn’t muster the strength anymore. I’d probably vomit a whole set of Supreme Court Reports Annotated anytime now, which compromises 40% of the Civil Law Library Section. Information overload, they say.

Allegedly, we’ll start a new tradition, since the installation of the walk-through dancing fountain at the Quadricentennial Park, formerly known as Colayco, we were tempted to push each other around and frolic like high school children in the water.

3pm, the exams will be over, as class president, I must climb the minaret and announce the official end of the semester with the ritual call to inuman at the Temple of Tapsi at Dapitan. An early end to our own Ramadan.

6pm, it’s the brotherhood’s turn to drink and eat. Good Luck to me. How would I survive inebriation and sleep deprivation? Hehehe.

Sunday morning, I’d be sponsoring as Godfather to my cousin’s daughter. And she really looks more like my cousin than her dad.

Afternoon, spent the time with my highschool friends… and hopefully, after an almost 10 day hiatus, I’d playing badminton again. The last time I played was Wednesday last week at Star Smash at Timog, as per invitation of Ernest, my colleague. Though he’s whimpy at Badminton, he didn’t say that his doctor brother was a former varsity player of UST. He was gracefully effortless. I was dumbstruck. Ok… I’m exaggerating. Hindi ko pa lang makuha yung play niya, which I might say is excellent treachery.

Tuesday, The Bar-ops team would be holding a whole day evaluation report with Father Regent at Bahay ni Jose (whatever that is) in Marikina. All the chairpersons would be present. (Oh yes, andun si Melissa, head of Political Law… the damn hot junior with the anime hair). Game, set, match. Hehehe.

I’d probably would have ample time for myself. At least for now I prefer to be busy, so that my momentum won’t be lost.

Wow. Second Semester is just around the corner. = P

Jl’s suggesting this savvy place in Eastwood called Bedroom. There is also this watering hole in Morato known as Bar 42, which I’ve been to, but haven’t actually entered into. A yuppyville kind of place to relax. Apparently. I’d like to try them out of these days.

Yes, life goes on… despite the gruesome stress. Life is beautiful.

As Jason Mraz aptly put… I won’t worry my life away…

Come what may…

a letter to myself.

dear ohme,

good luck sa career

tapos na revalida

malapit na matapos ang finals.

magdasal ka na.

pumunta sa baclaran at st. jude.

tapos nun, lahat ng mahal mo sa buhay, kamustahin mo, bigyan mo ng pansin

dahil sa loob ng isang taon

magkukulong ka na sa daigdig na salat sa saya at puno ng dusa.

sa loob ng ilang buwan...

isa ka nang... BARISTA.

la semana ultima

'tis the last week of the first semester. finals. and on saturday, revalida in mercantile law and then exams in the afternoon.

prepare for the quarterly invasion of the elitist snobs scattered in all starbucks branches metrowide. especially those darn hot medicine students. hehehe.

Lawyers: sana makasungkit na ko ng doctor. c",)

Doctors: sana makasungkit na ko ng lawyer....

after that... time to plan out my reunions and re-acquaintances before the enrolment.

it will be one hell of a busy sembreak.

more than a week after the big storm, two of my bestest guy friends in college came to the house just to visit me. Last sunday it was JL. This afternoon, it was Tim.

It was nice to talk to brothers.

A Few weeks from now, we'd been be holding our annual pilgrimage to 'Mekkah'.

That place that we hold so dear in our hearts.

back on a prowl

a decade after the Era of the so called Golden Tigers (Bal David et al), who won for UST the famous Four-peat victory of the 90's. here comes the Growling Tigers, underdogs for the past years, since I entered the University in 1999.

How I wish that I could have been in Araneta Coliseum on that wonderful, beatific day.

Final quarter, with 12 seconds to go. I was alone watching in the sala. My hands clasped, tears falling from the corner of my eyes. Make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop.

Overtime. On the screen you can see the contrasts of faces, blue and gold. Filled with passion. But as far as I know, we are more passionate than the Katipuneros. We were full of life. It is as if Cory Aquino was recently proclaimed president. A vast ocean of gold, yellow, and black.

When Ateneans comment… it usually compromises of two sentences. Mainly “Very Good” and “Nice shot” with no adversarial tune whatsoever, and with the famous Katipunan accent. Thomasians however, make ‘hiyaw’ kahit maagaw lang ang bola. Malutong kame magmura. And what do you expect to hear in a basketball game? “Bravo?” “Encore?” No. Expect to hear sacrilege in all levels.

But again, we won. By some miracle, despite the lost free throws, we still won. It was simply Digitus Dei. The finger of God.

Maybe because it’s already October, a time when the Ivory Queens of Sto. Domingo and UST are venerated, we got a special favor. Or maybe it was the telekinetic power of the student body. Or maybe it was just pure game. Or pure luck.

And for the first time in my entire student life, I listened to my alma mater hymn being played in a closing ceremony…. It was nerve-wrecking. Ghostly.

Where we are the champions.

Go Tigers.

traditional enemies

the UAAP Finals...

two traditional enemies for more than two centuries.

UST and Ateneo.

The Dominicans vs. Jesuits

Two Spanish Schools

Jose Rizal... (Yeah, you know the story, both sides are claiming the alumnus status)

Now, this is WAR!

perfect storm and a new phone

the biggest storm in eleven years trashed the metropolis.

a few days later i have my new and funky motorzr v3x