FYI

This was taken at the Domestic Airport. You have been sufficiently warned.

Cebu? With a B?

Cebu mini-break for Ate Grace and Dave's wedding with a slight detour at Plantation Bay.

That's what you missed Mims :)

EDSA 4?

Dear Sir,

It has come to my attention that you are up in arms at just why the people have still not taken to the streets given the past few days' events.

I may be a bit presumptuous in attempting to speak for others, but I think I would be fairly accurate when I say "What for?"

Why should we storm the streets yet again when it's all just basically the same banana clothed in different peelings? Same old, same shit.

The first EDSA was cool. We toppled a dictator and put the opposition's widow in his stead. How much fun was that? Of course, said widow knew next to nothing in running a government, but that was beside the point. It was the principle of it all.

During the second EDSA, we took to the streets again hoping to recapture the spirit which suffused the first movement. Sure, the others were not exactly saints, but he got caught. He threw subtlety aside and flaunted his indiscretions in our collective faces. This cannot be, so he had to go. And so in came this little munchkin of a woman who purportedly carried a big stick to bash the evildoers with. Hooray! But, she unfortunately came part and parcel with Mike (Mr. Million-Peso Hotel Room Man) and Mikey (Sablay Na Nga, Pasaway Pa), and that sealed her fate.

There was allegedly an EDSA 3, but I must have been sleeping when it happened so I really can't say much about it.

Shame on you if you fool me once. Shame on me if you fool me twice.

EDSA 4? Get real.

I'm Back!

For the past few days, I was in Cebu for my cousin's wedding. We stayed overnight at Plantation Bay, pigged out at every meal, karaoke'd the night away and caught up with everybody's business. Definitely a good mini-break. However, I was unsure if I would get to blog about it because attending the wedding meant missing two days of school. My M.O. was to submit an excuse letter from my doctor in case I got called for recitation during those fateful two days (Evil, cunning and wild ba G?). Given that plan of attack, it wouldn't have been wise to blog and post pictures about Cebu, when your own press release says you were burning up with fever or some other medical malady, during those very same days right? But apparently the gods had other things in mind and I didn't get called, so I can blog to my heart's content. Yey!

Of course, there's probably a trade-off to all this good luck, but I won't rain on my own parade yet.

Pictures to follow soon. I'm off to watch "Mr and Mrs Smith", seeing that I'm probably the only person in the Metro who has yet to see Angelina and Brad in action.

Going, going, gone.

Studious Sabitski

For the past 4 hours or so, I've been psyching myself up for the long night ahead. I've taken a nap, arranged my readings, turned on the A/C and made peace with the fact that I have around 30 cases to read for tomorrow. I've already read around 6 cases so I still have 24 to go. Here I go. Going now. With nothing to stop me. Putting on my studious cap. Right now. As in this very minute. Second. Nanosecond.

What a waste of a perfectly good Friday. But Sunday is another matter altogether. Oh yes, Sunday will rock :)

First Week Blues

Historically, since time immemorial, I've always tried to avoid the first few days of school. Call it a summer hang-over or a rough transition from summer sloth to schoolyear stress, but the first week of school always leaves me cold. Another reason to skip the first few days of school is that schmaltzy ritual known as classroom introductions.

The whole thing would be fine if not for the sad fact that we're in a block and so for the past four years, we've been hearing the same thing over and over again. Why are you in law school? There's the "childhood dream" answer and then there's the "I didn't want to work yet" routine. Of course, some people tend to be idealistic thinking that they can make a difference by entering the legal profession, but the very same people eventually realize how quixotic that dream was. Sad but true.

Another thing that bothers me about the introduction bit is that the professors ALWAYS end up butchering my name. Sure it's not a common name, but if you can read then it shouldn't be that difficult to pronounce right? Say it after me: Sa-bit-sa-na. That wasn't so hard right? I mean it's not as difficult as, say "Pierrot Rajaonarivelo" (a politician from Madagascar).

My uncommon name also makes it difficult for me to fade into the background, into the comforting arms of anonymity. Because if by some chance my name doesn't bring out a volley of wisecracks, it's almost certain that the professor knows my uncle or father. So rather than the girl with the tongue-twisting name, I become known as Sandy's niece or Edgar's daughter, with the inevitable comparisons.

Hay naku. If there's a Jun Santos out there reading this, marry me please and save me from this misery!

Who in the World?!

For the past few days, my referral list has consistently shown either "Rachelle Pantoja" or "Rachelle Pantoja pics" as the top searched item. Is she an actress? A celebrity? A porn star? The latest crush ng bayan? Someone's current object of obsession? Beats me.

If you got to my blog because you were looking for "Rachelle Pantoja", I'm sorry to inform you that I do not know her. You won't find anything about her here and that there'll never be anything about her here because, well, I don't know her.

I'm sorry but you're barking up the wrong blog.

Basking

From the Ayala shuttle, I've made it a habit to go down in front of the PCJ church to be picked up by Drago or kuya Ranil. I never go inside the church, I just get off the street right in front of the church and then hop inside the car for the ride home. A more expeditious route would be to go down in front of Mcdonald's Sucat and then take a tricycle home or get picked up in Mcdonalds. But I like the extra 15 minutes or so it takes for the shuttle to traverse Sucat Road, make a left turn at Lopez and then to the PCJ church. I don't know why, but I just do.

Anyway, yesterday was my lolo's 6th (?) death anniversary, so straight from the shuttle I dutifully trooped inside PCJ to light a few candles for him. I arrived at around 6:55 pm and hurriedly said my prayers, seeing that the 7pm mass was about to begin. When the lector began the opening prayers I quickly genuflected and gathered my things to go out. I was already outside when I began thinking "What if I stay? What if I do something I normally wouldn't do on a regular day? What if I surprise myself?" And without any prodding or veiled threats from the parental units, I then stayed for the mass.

Like most people of my generation, I have issues with the Catholic Church. But it's always the quiet moments without any frenetic show of faith that get me to stay. It's these times when I again realize the difference between being spiritual and being religious, and how I very much prefer the former. So I stayed and basked in the energy of a few dozen people celebrating their faith and their humanity. That night, I left the church knowing deep in my heart that everything will be all right. That this too shall pass and that Mikey and Mike will get their just deserts, if not in this lifetime, then in the next.

Argh!

For some bizaare reason, the College Secretary won't let me enroll in Corpo this semester! This after I attended the first session, filled out a recitation card, bought a commentary, codal and the next 20 cases! In short, I've shelled out around 1300p for a class I won't be taking til next semester! Yargh!! syet.

Hassle.

LSS

I can't seem to get this song from Sesame Street off my mind. Maybe it's because I'm currently having baby lust induced by being around too many of my friends' babies; a pregnant sister-in-law; and seeing a parade of babies the entire summer (because I worked in an OB/Pediatric clinic). Coincidentally, I was told by two people on two separate occasions that I was very lucky to have birthing hips (I think I'll take that as a compliment. For now.)

Rubber Ducky, you're the one,
You make bath time lots of fun,
Rubber Ducky, I'm awfully fond of you;

Woo woo be doo

Rubber Ducky, joy of joys,
When I squeeze you, you make noise!
Rubber Ducky, you're my very best friend, it's true!

Doo doo doo doo, doo doo

Every day when I
Make my way to the tubby
I find a little fella who's
Cute and yellow and chubby

Rub-a-dub-a-dubby!

Rubber Ducky, you're so fine
And I'm lucky that you're mine
Rubber ducky, I'm awfully fond of you.

Every day when I
Make my way to the tubby
I find a little fella who's
Cute and yellow and chubby

Rubber Ducky, you're so fine
And I'm lucky that you're mine
Rubber ducky, I'm awfully fond of -
Rubber ducky, I'd like a whole pond of -
Rubber ducky I'm awfully fond of you!

Doo doo, be doo

Splash!

Idol!

I have a confession to make, I'm a magazine junkie! One of my greatest dreams in life is to have a monthly subscription to at least 5 different magazines. The glossy pages, the beautiful people, the seamless lay-outs and the fact that it satiates my need for popular culture has made me a true-blue magazine mama. And it's not just the fashion magazines that get my heart pumping, I also worship showbiz mags, lifestyle and travel mags and even food mags. Although car and techie mags just do nothing for me, I'm too much of neanderthal to appreciate technology and it's never-ending mutations.

So you can just imagine how starstruck I got when I discovered that a blockmate's then girlfriend was the Beauty Editor of Cosmo Philippines. I'm sure my mouth was agape when Woowee introduced me to Ianne. But she turned out to be warm, sweet, funny, with fabulous makeup and even more fabulous fashion sense, you know, everything I'm going to be when I grow up. And it just got even better because she's now the Editor-in-Chief of Cosmo! Whoa! She's now not just my idol, she's my Super Idol.

I hardly ever gush over girls (I usually reserve my adulation for hot guys) but there's always an exception to the rule :). All right, I'll stop now. But before I do, here's a picture of the EIC.

EIC Ianne Evangelista and some guy she picked up along the way...hehehehe :)

After Effects

With acceptance comes a big load off your chest, a blissful feeling of freedom and a bizaare hankering for sparkly and pastel nail polish.

Weird.

I'm definitely stocking up on nail polish tomorrow. I think having glittery toenails would be the perfect way to start the schoolyear.

Caveat

I have to be at the clinic extra early (around two hours earlier) because we have two patients who are up for cauterization today. And it's not just those tiny bumps you get on your neck and back, they're genital warts. Patient A is a 30+ year old housewife. While Patient B works as a masseuse at Starfleet KTV. You wouldn't generally lump the two together save for the unfortunate fact that they both have nasty warts on their labias! Thus the need for cauterization. And I'm assisting. I think this is what you would call as a veritable peril of the trade.

So remember boys and girls: safe sex (STDs are gross). Another thing to remember for all the ukay-ukay fans out there is to properly disinfect your finds first before wearing them. You never know what friendly microorganisms or viruses may be lurking in your latest UK bargain.

It's definitely going to be a long day.

Mission Impossible

I've fashioned this blog from sunshine and happy thoughts, partly as an escape from everyday mundanities and partly as a distorted history of my life (See? I'm ALWAYS happy! Check out my blog). Non-sunshiney entries are only given a few hours of air space and then rudely taken back to be saved as a draft (right Garth? :).

Maybe it's because I'd rather remember the good memories and repress the miserable ones. I know that 9 out of 10 psychologists say that that's not healthy but you do what you have to do. Maybe it's because all that repression has rendered me out of touch with my own feelings thus resulting in the unfortunate fact that my vocabulary becomes ridiculously stilted whenever I approach Gloomtown. Example: I'm sad. I don't know why. I just am. Or maybe it's because this blog is read by too many people I see in real life and patronizing comments make me uncomfortable.

Anyway, my point is: I'm sad and I know why.