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I finally went to Sonia's Garden. After hearing about it from gushing fans, reading about it in magazines and seeing it featured on tv countless of times, I finally got acquainted with the lady.
It was a charming place but a bit crowded because of the Sunday crowd. Although I can just imagine how serene it must be during weekdays. They also have huts for overnight accommodations, definitely something to go back for :)
A little caveat though, they don't have "man-food", much to my dad's dismay. Apparently, he had his heart set on feasting on bulalo today, but as luck would have it, he had to settle for pasta and salad. Sorry tatay, you'll have to have your steak some other day :p
Ninang Tess and Tito Edward, Tagaytay first-timers
I think this is the first Saturday in weeks where I have absolutely nothing planned. No wedding, no party, no date, no nothing. Of course, I do have to study for my poli midterms on Tuesday and there's still Pril on Monday and the digest notebook for corpo and the Bar matrix for crim, but aside from all those itty-bitty details, I have absolutely nothing to do! Sweet :)
I finally submitted my assigned yearbook article to EIC Jong and I hope that's that. While writing it, I realized that I just don't enjoy writing assigned pieces. The moment something is assigned to me, it just sucks out all the fun out of it. And I'm all about the fun.
Another no fun thing is saying goodbye to family members. Pat is going back home to California tonight and as one last hirit, we stopped by his favorite spot in BF, Ice Monster.
In Chowking with Pat. I still haven't gotten the hang of that flash thingamajig.
The boys enjoying their Ice Monster.
Pat obviously enjoying it more than usual.
Happy weekend everyone! I'm going to put on my jammies and curl up with a bowl of nuked popcorn and wait for SNL. Suh-weet.
For someone who's not really graduating this year, I sure am wrapped up with all sorts of graduation thingamajigs.
I just finished doing my yearbook write up and am just waiting for GARY to do his personal testimonial before I can submit it to Boss Leah.
I've done 150+ words of my 1000 word assigned yearbook article. Don't worry Boss Jong, it's almost done :)
I find myself daydreaming over creative shot concepts and even consulting with my sister as to the different possibilities.
All of this excitement stems from the sad fact that I've never had a decent yearbook. Our grade school yearbook in Zobel was blah. The high school one looked rushed and done over the weekend. The undergrad one was non-existent. There was even a note posted outside our Student Council office saying: We will not have a yearbook this year because we don't have money. How sad is that?!
So this is my last chance to get a cool yearbook. A yearbook I can actually proudly show off to friends and future grandchildren. A yearbook to end all yearbooks.
But don't let that pressure you or anything :p
You know what they say about reaching for the stars? Well, this has become my star.
Maybe I should form my own religion or something.
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7 pm
A few hours after my first post and I can safely say that I can scratch "mall rat" out of my list of possible professions. It's not something I can see myself doing every single day.
I tagged along and played tour guide to my cousins Patrick and Siegfred in Glorietta. For around 4-5 hours, they supported the economy and gave their credit cards a great workout. Absolutely inspiring :)
For my company, I was rewarded with a pair of pink havaianas! Now I can, with all humility, say that my presence doesn't come cheap :p
But kidding aside, it was seriously nice to hang out with family members whom I only see every few years or so. Every time they visit, I'm struck with the ease in which we seem to pick up from where we left off the last time they were here. I guess that's family for you.
And that's why I skipped Poli Law Review today :p
P.S.
I want want want to go to Patrick's wedding this September! Let's just hope that my "sheer force of will", as Maha termed it, would be enough to see me through Maui. Hay nako.
From this day onward, I can now add being a Girl Talker alongside Future Internet Dominatrix, Blog Addict and Law School Misfit in my resume of fantastic achievements.
To the uninitiated, Girl Talk is the forum section of the fabulous Summit site, Femalenetwork.com and I think it's the most active forum in the Philippines, or at least among the top 3 most active.
I fist became addicted to browsing through the beauty and fashion sections because I'm a vicarious make-up addict, vicarious because I have horribly sensitive skin so I can only look and drool at all that warpaint. Then I discovered the Legal Rights section and my meddlesome self finally found it's second home.
By reading through the questions posted there, I began to get an idea on what the average private law practice in the Philippines will be like. The bulk will be BP 22 cases (bouncing checks), some family relations fiascos and a smattering of land disputes. Or something to that effect. Fun? We'll see :)
Anyway, I posted something which has been severely irritating me for the past 8 months. I posted it as a sort of warning to others similarly situated in the Girl Talk forum and I hope some people will also be cautioned with what I have experienced.
I'm posting this to warn you all about the Globe Gen Text Card and their lousy, lousy system
I applied for mine last May 2005 and 50p was debited from my call card. I remember wanting to get one because of the Super Ferry tie-up. And up to now I haven't received my card.
I called their customer service hotline around November of last year (6 months after applying) and I asked that my 50p be recredited na lang, seeing that they obviously had no plans of delivering my card to me. The CSR (Minette) said that she'll file a report and asked me to call back after a few days to check on its resolution.
I called back after two weeks and was told that my card was on its way. This was December 2005. Now, it's the last week of January and still no card in sight. Nada. None. Zip.
I still didn't give up hope though and called late last week and was again told that the card had already been sent. Through regular mail. You know what that means, goodbye Gen Text Card, goodbye 50p thanks to the fantastic duo of Globe and the Philippine Postal System.
All I wanted was to be one of them! To have glittering eyes like Ala and Bianca. Is that too much to ask?!?!?!
Seriously though, Globe Gen Text Card people, you suck!
The original post and the responses can be seen here.
Grrrr....I still get so mad when I think of it!
Every Wednesday for this semester, I have go through a back to back to back class schedule. That's a triple combo of Pril, Corpo and Crim Law Review from 3-9pm, with no breaks in between.
By 7pm, it is already a physical challenge of some sort to feign interest and not to drop dead from sheer exhaustion. It also doesn't help that a few minutes before 9pm the professor keeps on promising to wrap up his lecture, as soon as he finishes with one last provision, just one more. But then a quick perusal of the book would reveal another provision ripe for discussion and a potential Bar question (as if all 300 plus provisions aren't...) so off he goes again. Finally, he's about to dismiss us but hold your horses because he must must must tell us about a meeting he had and that funny incident that happened to him along the way. Of course, this professor is not gifted with brevity so the allegedly quick kwento becomes a full blown epic (at least it seemed that way).
Hay naku, the perils of the law indeed. Still, as I've discovered throughout the weeks, all the discomfort, inis and general feeling of crabbiness can be more than sufficiently remedied with either a burger meal from McDonalds or a TLC with extra patty combo from Jollibee, or both, when I'm extra tired. Extra grease to combat extra fatigue.
Fast food is miraculous. It's comfort food at the most basic level. That's why after I've polished my burger, fries and soda, I'm good to go again.
What ever will I do without the clown and the bee?
It's funny just how much things have changed but, at the same time, have not changed. Sometimes I think that I'm still the same person, but there are also days when I find myself wondering if I even know myself.
I wonder if I've changed? One friend once commented that I'll never be happy unless I was mired in drama. That I purposely chose situations just so that I'd have my requisite dose of drama for the day.
Maybe she's right. But eventually, the drama also came coupled with misery and, in spite of all my play-acting, I never fancied myself as a masochist. Angst does not suit me. Angst leads to premature wrinkles.
So here I am now. A little older, a lot calmer and a lot more secure. There really is something to be said about this getting comfortable in your own skin bit.
But the drama queen in me surfaces every now and then and she craves for a bit more complexity. So G, tara, let's fight :)
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A friend texted a few days ago that his dad will be undergoing a kidney transplant today with the donor as my friend's brother.
I have always thought of myself as a dutiful daughter, but I wonder if I could also do that for one of my parents? Would I have the strength to literally give a part of myself to one of them or to one of my siblings?
What does a kidney do again? Why do we have two of them?
I sure hope everything went well with Tito Max and Kuya Marlowe.
This blog has a new reader, a very powerful and influential reader. My father.
So when he told me asked me to post pictures of Maddie, all I could say was "How many?"
This one is for my tatay, whose never-ending perseverance to learn the intricacies of the internet is nothing short of awe-inspiring :)
Lolo Edgar with his two apo
Tatay with the boys
With the girls
With Maddie
With Maddie
Lolo and Lola with Maddie
Hmmmm....with my last few entries, my blog is slowly turning into a photo-site. But with such good looking family members, how can you blame me? Right? :p
Still, don't you all worry. In due time, I'll come up with mind-numbing posts, life altering words, hallucination inducing truths and so on and so forth. But in the meantime, I leave you with peekchurs to enjoy and pore over.
The rugrats have come and gone but we're all still reeling from M&M fever.
The house is quiet again. Too quiet.
Mick and Maddie
Congratulate me. I've just taken my first step towards the corporate world by having a blazer, pair of pants and skirt made at my dad's suki haberdashery. The pants and skirt both go with the blazer (but not at the same time though...) so there's a myriad of choices available. Or at the very least, two :p
And because, as aforementioned, my dad is a regular customer, the owner even threw in a long-sleeved blouse to complete the outfit. A long-sleeved blouse which is made from Lacoste fabric. Honestly though, I really don't care if it's made with Baleno fabric, as long as it's free, it's fine with me.
Now all I need are kick-ass, corporate, bitchy shoes and I'll have the look down pat.
The whole outfit will be ready for pick-up by next Monday, I can't wait to see how it turns out!
I'm crossing my fingers that this current bloating phase will be over and done with by then, because I sucked in my stomach a wee bit when my waist was being measured. I figured that since I'm a little bloated right now, that wasn't my real waistline and that by avoiding salty food and sweets, this potato in my stomach will miraculously disappear in a week's time. Or maybe I'm just deluding myself and the reality is that the tater in my tummy is here to stay. I'd go with the former, thankyouverymuch.
Anyway, the point of this whole post is that I'll be getting new clothes soon. And that's always cause for some sort of celebration :)
We are taking down all our Christmas decorations today. I tried to hold off for as long as possible, even making yesterday's choir Christmas party as an excuse to prolong the decors' lifespan. But I guess it's time. Christmas is over and done with, but not in our hearts.... hahahahaha! Cheeseball!
I'm going back to bed. A lazy and slow Sunday is my favorite day of the week. It's the perfect day to just loiter around the house in pajamas and unkempt hair with a slice of cold pizza in one hand. Heaven.
Choir family in our belated Christmas party :p
The Portia website is up and running! Do check out the Photo Gallery section and choose your favorite Portian hehehehehe
To the sisses reading this, if you can't find your picture in the gallery, blame Friendster and my lack of snooping skills. So please help me out by sending a solo picture at jillsabs@gmail.com
Other Portian-related pictures are also very welcome.
Aside from being a kick-ass, inspiring professional one day, what I really, really want to do is set up a fully-functional and successful garbage processing center. I don't know how I'll go around it or what exactly needs to be done, but it's just something that I've always wanted to do and something that I think needs to be done.
So there. I just wanted to let the whole world know :)
I'm seriously crabby right now. As in crustacean-y snappish crabby.
On my way home, I stopped by a Waffle Time stand. I gave the cashier 20p and she handed me my 5p change. It was about that time when we both noticed just how ratty the bill was, it was taped in the middle and had little tears around the edges. She attempted to return the bill to me saying that it might not be accepted (by who, she did not actually say). I protested saying that it was still good, but she had already called two of her co-workers and they all kept on saying how it was no longer acceptable. It was very annoying to say the least, coupled with the fact that I was hungry as hell, so I walked away in a huff and left them holding the wilting bill.
I was down by 20p with no waffle dog to show for it. Crap. But then I remembered that I received 5p as change and so I immediately felt a perverse pleasure because if the bill was no longer good, as they kept on saying, then they had just lost 5p and one of them would have to pay for it. Although, if I was right then they had just become 15p richer and I still did not have a waffle dog. Crap. Crap. Crap.
Anyway, now that I've tucked in a good meal, I realize that they were only doing their jobs and were very polite at that. They did not deserve to be sassed at. Sure I was tired and hungry but that was no excuse to be rude. I therefore conclude that I am a worm.
Good night.
