Oh Life
Productivity Drought
Jul 17th
My exact sentiments: Nothing fills me with fear like a deadline. Deadlines are the killer of creativity. A deadline slows me down to a crawl. Having too much to do stresses me out because there are not enough hours in the day or enough days in the week to complete everything… Being late is a cause of stress and I am consistently slightly late for everything…
I shall find the most creative ways to beat law school stress.
Right now, I am missing this:
Laziness
Jun 17th
I.AM.SUCH.A.LAZY.LAW.STUDENT
To avoid work, I can always find other things to do. Like changing my desktop wallpaper, downloading Rocketdock, and changing my icons.
Must continue on my mission: Survive law school!
It’s freakin’ 2 A.M. Must brush up on my readings.
Do you remember the time when you were a kid, when you wondered where you'd be and how'd you look like after 10 years? After buying some takeout from a fast food chain, I passed by my elementary school today. Marymount still looks the same, as it was 10 years ago: 4 floors, a building coated in beige, a playground across the gate. I am still the same: unruly hair, oily face, with a zit on my chin. Despite the traverse roads, unforeseen roadblocks, and surprising endings, it's good to look back and see that there are things which stay the same. (1 ♥)
Closing Time
Jun 14th
Good times with great friends
Freedom
Oh, joy
Taking a picture of me
Black and blue
The wind was our friend.
Closing time – time for you to go out, go out into the world.
Closing time – turn the lights up over every boy and every girl.
Closing time – one last call for alcohol, so finish your whiskey or beer.
Closing time – you don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here.
…Closing time – every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.
- Closing Time, Semisonic
Places to go before I enter Law School:
October- Leyte
November – Macau
December – Capiz and Boracay
January – Capiz
March – Bangkok and Pattaya
April – Laiya, Cebu, and Bohol
May – Marinduque
Hello, books. I’m ready to dive in now.
Secret:A Theory on Food and Boys
Mar 8th
One of the reasons why I am fond of eating is because of the instant gratification it gives me. Exploring the variety of dishes in different restaurants also always excites me. These dishes, whether it’s rib eye steak, crispy dinuguan, or pasta bolognese, are usually presented beautifully on a white plate, triggering my camera to take pictures of it from different angles. I also have to admit that the smell of food gives me the high. I love waking up to the aroma of breakfast being cooked in our kitchen!
Password hint- What's my favorite ulam? _ _ _ _ _
Somehow I Agree
Mar 7th
~ from nightmarebrunetteOne of my philosophy professors lectured wildly about love once, yelling: “When you’re in love with someone, that person is the lighthouse of your universe.” (I scrawled it inside Science and Poetry in pencil—lighthouse of your universe—as if I would ever forget that phrase.)
He was a delightful caricature of his position. I could swear he literally tore his hair out while howling at us. He went on, “Nothing means as much without that person.”
One of the men in the class repeated, incredulous, half-laughing, “So you’re saying you can’t enjoy, like, a vacation, without someone if you’re really in love with them?”
“Of course not.”, the professor replied. “Not completely. You recognize beauty, but beauty means less if they don’t witness it with you. Beauty is less. You see something sublime and your first thought is that they should be there with you. It’s not as good without them. They illuminate. They make everything more.”
Diary Snippets
Mar 7th
I’ve been hearing a lot about death these past weeks: first, when the kid in Ateneo got killed in a freak accident, and second, when I heard that Francis Magalona already died of cancer. When all of these took place, I was also reading Murakami’s Norweigan Wood, which also talked about death in its first chapters.
This had seemed to me the simple, logical truth. Life is here, death is over there. I am here, not over there. The night Kizuki died, however, I lost the ability to see death (and life) in such simple terms. Death was not the opposite of life. It was already here, within my being, it had always been here, and no struggle would permit me to forget that.
I remember Steve Jobs sharing this quote in his commencement address at Stanford: “If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you’ll most certainly be right.”
I’m sure we’re all getting closer to D-day, but I still can’t imagine how it would be like to foreeeever lose a close relative or a close friend. Sometimes, I also find myself asking: What happens when I die? Where will I go? Is dying as painful as falling down on one’s knees, with blood gushing out from the cuts? For now, I can only think of one wish: Bury me with my journals when you put me in my tomb, please? :)
I’ve kept a journal since I was 11 and will still do so until my fingers turn too weak to hold a pen. I don’t think of grammar and punctuation when I write in my journal (fine, sometimes I do), so beware of the diarrhea writing.
This is a tale of a 22-year old who recently found solace in running and travelling. On most days, she's just the usual cranky law student, but's leave that out, won't we?
