Friendster actually offers blogging services! Who would have thought?! Anyway, I'm not one to let an opportunity pass me by (particularly if it's free) so here's our Block Blog.
Blockies, do peek in every now and then. I'm thinking that this will be a good way for everyone to be on the low down with everyone else's business. Because we're all Boy Abundas when it comes to each other :)
The sweetest, cutest, cuddliest and smartest baby in the universe! And I'm saying this without any bias whatsoever, it's just a happy coincidence that she's my baby niece :)
I want to be in a television commercial. But not just any commercial, mind you, I want to be in Michael V's "Joy Dishwashing Liquid" tv commercial. It's possibly the most fun TVC I've seen in the longest time. The people are actual people, with even some bloopers thrown in, and not their airbrushed counterparts with gravity defying tresses. And of course, anything with Michael V in it, is already panalo with me.
I don't know why but I just don't like Tolits (kid in the laundry soap commercial). I don't get his appeal. He's neither as cute nor as precocious as Aiza Seguerra and Nino Muhlach were in their younger (more bankable) years. He's just blah. And his lines- Hindi naman po ako tisoy- nyark! I wonder how that got approved?!
Another soap commercial I don't like is the Surf series. Particularly because of Lola Oba. She's just seriously annoying. But, in fairness, she's making a killing out of being annoying, so I guess we all know who'll be laughing all the way to the bank.
Promise, this will be the last one, what's up with Heart Evangelista's new bath soap commercial?! Last time I checked, she wasn't exactly maputi and she still isn't maputi, so what's she doing endorsing a whitening soap? It's just as ridiculous as Lucy Torres appearing on the Block and White TVC. I mean, come on, she's been paper white from the day she was born! No sane person would actually believe that she became ghostly pale because of some lotion. What? Bottles of Block and White flew off the shelves when she endorsed it? Errr....I'll keep my mouth shut now.
Of course, all this is coming from a girl who chooses Viva Mineral Water over the other brands just because Troy Montero looked so good when he doused himself with bottles of the stuff. This is a senseless post, so I'll stop now. Enjoy the long weekend everyone!
Today at around 4pm, I'm having one of my lower wisdom teeth extracted. It's a fairly simple procedure but the Jill is terrified of needles and spit suckers. However, G seems to be taking it worse than I am (My friend underwent a similar procedure and he was never the same afterwards!), so if only for his sake, I have to put on a brave face :)
But one major drawback of the process is being limited to a liquid diet for 2-3 days or until the stitches heal (whichever comes first). So by 4pm today, I should have already tucked in a Big Mac Meal, 2 slices of cake and a plateful of pasta to tide me over during those days of deprivation. Grand plans I know, but it's for my own good so I'd better persevere. I will not give up. Go me!
I said I'd never return, so why am I here again? Why am I making my Friendster comeback? Because Maha created an account for the Block and whatever the Block's up to, I want to be a part of. Just because.
My account is in such a sorry state, see the number of friends? So if you're someone I know outside of the internet universe, please, please add me up at firstname.lastname@example.org
Jam tagged me just because I went on my semestral break a week earlier than him. And to show that I harbor no ill-feelings towards his vindictiveness (hehehehehe), here's my piece.
Seven things that went down for me this semester:
1. Taking Agency and Partnership under Prof. Lumba. Although I barely scraped through his exams and will probably not have the best of grades, I still think that my Saturday afternoon class under him was one of the best ever. There's just something inspiring about a professor whose obvious love for teaching shines through.
2. Becoming adept at commuting. I've always been a commuter but I've also always viewed it as an ordeal and a harrowing experience. However this semester, I began to look at commuting in a different light. Or maybe it just seems that way because I go inside a mall every single time I commute home :)
3. Getting close with people through blogging. It's funny because I was not even on a "Hi-Hello" basis with some of the bloggers in school, but through blogging, I came to know them, their thoughts, feelings, opinions etc. You don't learn about things like that in school where everyone's just busy trying to catch up with each day's load. So thanks blogspot :)
4. Consulting the checklist and then realizing that I'm almost there. Just a little bit more. However, all that depends on how I fared this sem :(
5. Helping out my Portian sisses as much as I can, because that's what sisses do. And then realizing in the process just how amazing they all are.
In planning any vacation, it is always best to pack along some sunblock, a pair of shades, a sarong and, most importantly, your sense of humor. Unless you're billetted in some fancy hotel and have thrown caution to the wind as regards money, then by all means, whine and bitch for your fancy service. However, if you're not staying at the Hilton, be prepared for some bumps and some rough spots. Still, that should not stop you from having fun and that should not be reason enough to unleash your drama queen self. Chill! You're on vacation.
And that was exactly what I told myself.
The De Castro family's "Bahay sa Ibaba" in Nasugbu, Batangas (as opposed to their other houses, the "Bahay sa Itaas" and "Bahay sa Beach")
Here are some more pics and probably more will follow once Nat and Jomi have uploaded their copies.
Magda-drive ako hanggang Batangas Tapos magsi-swimming don, sa beach. Magdadala ako ng pagkain, Burger, fries, tapsilog at siopao. Isasama ko ang boyfriend ko (in Grace's case :) Isasama ko kahit sinong may gusto (Hello Tim!)
My little niece is turning out to be such a lady. See how surprised she looked when a young rascal tried to steal a kiss from her? That's because she was brought up to be a proper young lady and ladies never let little rascals take anything from them, even something as harmless as a kiss :)
For Halloween, my nephew Mikael (the little rascal in the picture) wants to dress up in something really, really scary. Something along the lines of blood and guts or slime and fangs. You know, nightmarish stuff. But his mom wants to dress him up as a dwarf to match his sister Madison who will be dressed up as Snow White. I sure hope he gets enough candy to make up for the upcoming disappointment. I wonder if this can qualify as an issue to be used later on when he becomes an angsty teenager? (I wanted to be a half-dead hunchback for Halloween! But what did you do?! You dressed me up as a freaking dwarf!)
Christmas made it's presence felt a few months early in this side of the world. In a span of two days, I found myself to be the proud owner of: a new pair of havaianas top slippers and a newly tweaked template.
As regards my new slippers, I've already been told not to drag them, slide them across the floor nor leave them on the floor (like a common tsinelas). These precautionary measures are meant to prolong its life and will not subject it to the dreaded "pudpod" syndrome. Ummm...okay. So in this picture, I've decided to rest my precious slippers atop an orange foldable chair so as to better display them for fawning and other exclamations of adoration. Oooopsss....pay no attention to the scruffy feet mark! I swear, I'll bathe my feet with rosewater the next time I wear them. Promise :)
As regards the new template, kudos is to be given to G who conceptualized the entire thing, including the Yahoo avatar which is supposed to be me (duh!) However, let me just state for the record that I have never worn a hanging shirt in my life. Rubber shoes-check, pink top-check and jeans-check. But a hanging shirt? Never. I guess this is what is known as artistic license :p
Still, scanty clothing aside, this template is my absolute fave, seeing that it was a joint effort between G and I. Although, to be perfectly honest, I just came up with the name and the blog description, while he did the grunt work. So where do I get off calling it a joint effort then?! Beats me. However, I did also choose the color motif. That ought to count for something :)
The next "joint" project is the Portia Sorority website. Do watch out for that.
Today is the official start of my sembreak. I might as well say that today is the first day of the rest of my life, that's how pleased I am with finishing my final exams.
Although the issue of whether or not I escaped unscathed is another issue altogether. An issue I will ignore and dodge until and if the need to confront it rears its ugly head.
But moving along, I'm on semestral break people! How sweet is that?! :)
A few days ago, we received this in the mail.
It's a "Save the Date" card for my cousin's wedding. Patrick and Vickie will be married next year in Maui and our whole grubby lot is invited! Of course, the wedding being in Hawaii, which is a state in the US, we need to get visas just to attend. And of course, being just an average Filipino family with no vast ancestral lands to present as proof of domestic ties, the possibility of being granted visas can get really iffy. And my present state of being unemployed and near penniless isn't gonna help too for sure. But let's try to be optimistic people! Miracles can and do happen everyday, so let's just see how that will turn out.
In the meantime, I'll try and refrain from practicing the hula and dreaming of pineapple tinged scenarios.
Final exams and premonitions of getting kicked out of law school aside, one thought has been persistently present these past few days: "Bagay kaya sa kin magpakulot?" and correlated to that is, "Kung magpapakulot ako, di kaya ako maging kamukha nung mga chicks na nagdidisco sa Pagoda cold wave lotion na commercial?"
This requires serious thought. The repercussions of this possible action could prove to be disastrous on our future endeavors and undertakings.
Truth be told, wars have been won and lost over coiffure. I kid you not.
The brain is largely made up of water. Thus it follows that if I double my intake of water in the next few days, my brain (and correspondingly, it's capacity) will also double. So there's no way of failing my last two remaining exams.
Who needs studying? Just keep on drinking water. Fantastic results are guaranteed.
This is getting redundant. Feeling lousy about exams and then blogging about feeling lousy. It's getting old and boring.
So I'll just stop. Cold.
But let me just say that my back and neck hurt. It's all a lie. Hollywood has deceived us, yet again. Curling up in an armchair while reading a good book (or in my case, a Partnership reviewer), may look good on the big screen but it will surely wreak havoc on your back in the real world. Or maybe it was just that particular chair in the Portia room.
Speaking of Hollywood, go watch the "40 Year Old Virgin". I was wrong. It wasn't gross at all. It was actually quite touching.
I notice that I now have quite a number of movie-oriented posts (and I don't even write on every single one I've watched these past few months), this sure is a far cry from my past stance of "I'll-just-wait-for-the-DVD-to-magically-appear-on-top-of-the-tv" as an excuse to avoid lining up at the box office. I guess one of the many perks of having a boyfriend is the fact that you end up watching most of the movies currently showing. Or maybe it's just us.
But I'm drawing the line at "The Haunting of Emily Rose". I don't think my powers can handle it.
Three down, two to go. Freedom comes on Thursday afternoon. I. can't. wait.
Tomorrow is my Partnership final exam, so common sense dictates that I should have spent the whole day preparing for it. But no, instead of stewing amidst a whole bundle of Civil Code provisions, I chose to go to the clinic, type up ultrasound reports, do the weekly inventory, play cashier and do clerical chores. I guess I just wanted a change in setting because five straight days of studying is enough to make any sane person start clawing at walls (it makes me wonder now how I'll fare when Bar season rolls in...but I already have something lined up for that :)
So there, one whole day wasted but I don't regret it one bit. Although I may be singing a different tune in a few hours' time but what the heck. It was refreshing to be in a different environment for once. Where a child's fever merits more attention than a TRO and where a newly printed transabdominal ultrasound report is more important than a court summons.
Sometimes, there's just too much law in our daily lives that it makes me want to puke. Reading the daily paper is barely an escape from school stuff because it's all about hearings and impeachments with the hottest issue now being the Constitutional right to assemble vis-a-vis GMA's latest effort to show everyone that she's bigger than the Constitution. I'm telling you, it's a short person complex coupled with feelings of inadequacy brought about by having a famous father. Because 99.999% of the adult population towers over her, she has to find a way to make them fall on their knees or double over in disgust, that way, she'll be able to stand tall. Well done Madam, you've succeeded.
Okay, I've wasted around twenty minutes rambling about nothing. So it's back to reality and the reality is an exam at 3pm tomorrow.
Yesterday marked the start of the finals week, and to duly celebrate, I took two final exams in the span of 8 hours or so! It was crazy. So that was how the Bar probably felt like (pause so that those who just recently took the Bar can throw things and spew expletives at this post :p ).
Anyway, I still have three more exams to go so that means logging in more studying hours and more brain (and butt) numbing sessions.
So here I go once again, but not before I make a quick nourishing stop at some fastfood restaurant at phase 1 because instant noodles just don't appeal to me at present.
P.S. Hello blockmates and classmates! What are you doing still reading this?! Go get your codals and highlight them with fervor! Go go go!
According to this paid advertisement, you can have a daily health check just by looking into the toilet bowl after you do a Number 2.
By knowing if you're a "floater" or a "sinker" you'll be able to immediately gauge if you have enough fiber in your system. Lack of fiber leads to constipation and constipation leads to other horrible things.
The ad also featured a "stool chart" and the optimum stool that we should aim for, all in the name of good health of course.
So remember, when doing Number 2, always aim for a Type 4.
This public service announcement was brought to you by the letter C (for C-lium).
I'm sure a lot of movie afficionados and purists will disagree with me but I personally think that Filipino movies have improved a lot and that Star Cinema has significantly contributed to this development.
Let's take "Dubai" for example. It's another OFW-country-themed movie starring Claudine Barretto but it still manages to set itself apart from "Milan". Sure, the praises heaped on Dubai the country seemed a little too contrived ("Bago ka lang ba dito? Kasi dito sa Dubai kahit iwan mo bag mo, walang kukuha, ibabalik pa sa iyo" and other statements to that effect) that I found myself rolling my eyes after the nth Dubai reference. But the movie veered away from traditional melodrama so I was pleasantly surprised that Claudine's pregnancy did not become the crux of the story, rather, the story centered on the brothers' relationship and how they've both changed and grown throughout the years.
It was not an open and shut story with the seemingly requisite big Famas caliber drama scene. The acting was restrained and the supporting cast was, as with all Star Cinema movies, enjoyable. "Dubai" is a testament to the fact that moviegoers will still flock to a local movie if it's done well. And the fact that it starred three gorgeous people and that it was set in an exotic location will also surely boost their box-office returns.
A professor at school received a thank you card from Louis Vuitton for his purchase(s). Said professor couldn't recall buying anything from the store so a quick call revealed that the sale was made using his credit card. He checked his wallet and only then realized that his credit card was missing.
Now his credit card debts run into the hundreds of thousands.
See? Credit cards are evil. But if you do have one or a few, please be extra careful with it or them. You wouldn't want to be getting a thank you card from Mercedes Benz a few months from now, yet with no Benz to show in your garage now do you?
This public service reminder was brought to you by the letter J.
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