vacation sucks

because:

1. apparently all the lasagna i was making and eating - as well as the beer, the coke (beverage please, not alternative reality inducing drug), the chocolates, the beer, the desserts, the beer, ALL THAT rice, and the beer has added quite a few pounds to my already considerable girth. as the trainer at the gym i didn't go to for a month as i was busy trying to preserve a way of life as i know it (pass the finals and stay in school) bluntly said:

"tumaba ka".

thanks, thanks.

2. apparently most of my friends are away. the assorted blockmates are just now on the way home from davao and ilocos and wherever it is they go to when they aren't in law, the college friends are all busy with work or drinking nights away in boracay or galera or wherever it is i'm never gonna see in this lifetime unless i invest in some serious plastic surgery, the high school friends are doing the same, and my boyfriend likes sleeping the holidays away.

so my vacation is limited to serious drinking (because my friends who are here are serious drinkers), serious sleeping (because of the aforementioned boyfriend), and no dancing . crap.

oh fellow alcoholics! where art thou?

3. i now have to go to the gym and spend enormous amounts of sleep time there so that the next sem finds me with clothes i can still fit into, as i have relatives over at the house for the rest of vacation and they take the cooking as seriously as i take my eating and drinking. which is pretty seriously.

sigh. craptastic. oh well. i suppose i shall have to do my best with what remains.

enjoy the rest of sem break, guys. hee.

self-righteous no more

i was following a thread on one of the e-groups i'm a member of about past blog posts professing admiration for a certain person, and the regret now of said posts as the person in question has fallen off of a very high pedestal, and may i say,

i am particularly proud that i NEVER EVER wrote anything particularly complimentary about THAT person.

there was always something not legit about the person.

i guess it has something to do with how, after voicing hate for all things evil and corrupt and all that, the lack of walking the talk was obvious even then.

what with the not really doing the job which ACTUALLY NEEDED DOING, which has in our late years come back to bite US in our collective asses, with the allowing of a certain oversexed stupid ass arrogant fuckfaced jerkoff faggot pretty boy to get away with what amounts to murder in the eyes of those of us who have had to content ourselves with delayed futures, with the bending of all sorts of rules for some people, and all of the assorted little similarly hypocritical things which i have had the dubious privilege of witnessing in the span of a few short years.

and the people THAT person hated(s) are people i have grown to admire, for always managing to advance their causes without proclaiming for all to hear that they are honorable even if they are not. (i guess, in this case, the bitch who shows up is better than the saint who doesn't).

sweeping rhetoric has once again melted into nothingness in the face of actual reactions in real situations.

all that remains now of the righteousness is the regrettable blog posts.

well... i've made a few choice posts in the past about people i now regret even knowing. and i think about erasing them, yes, but as i meant what i wrote when i wrote it, i keep them still, in the hopes that said posts will serve as a reminder of my impetuous youth, and in the hopes that next time i won't be such a dumbass.

accurate measures

i personally think that if you have the time to slave over how you look,

if you have the time to think that you're better than the majority of people who walk halls you do simply because of the brand of clothes and shoes you wear and the places you go to and people you party with and whatever else shallow people think is cool these days,

(never mind that, minus the clothes and the shoes or even with the clothes and the shoes, the face ain't all that anyways),

then you should have enough hours in a day to pick up the book and read enough so you won't have to ask for a bathroom break during an exam and sneak a peek or two or three at said book like a freakin weasel while the rest of the poor schmucks taking the exam have to make do with what they managed to cram into their minds in the days leading up to said exam.

i would love to think of this as an isolated incident. but there have been many exams before this, therefore, a lot more opportunities.

i would like to say that i'm all for spilling the rotten beans. but i bow to greater minds than mine. i refuse to be held hostage by the fear of getting a bad grade due to the anger of a betrayed professor, but the story is not mine to tell. the thought is disturbing and disappointing that law school, in addition to awakening us to the ugly disgusting reality that there is no fairness in this world, is also robbing us of that basic quality of integrity.

we fail or pass on the merits. if not on the professors', then our own.

a lot of people say that good grades aren't really a measure of how great a lawyer a person will be in practice. it is becoming clearer to me, though, that the METHOD of getting those grades are a measure of the TYPE of lawyer or human being a person can be in the future.

a passing grade achieved through unscrupulous means is not an adequate gauge of our capacity as students, much less, as lawyers.

it is, however, a good indication of who among us will be rich on paper, but poor, if not totally bankrupt, in spirit.

finals prayer

my last exam is on the 26th. fuckinanginey. how come the LAE application didn't come with a warning that on top of the garden variety torture we could look forward to should we have the dumb luck to pass, we'd have to say goodbye to our regular happy lives too?

i mean, not even one teeny tiny warning in fine print? i read fine print.

i'd have liked to have had an opportunity to make an informed decision, is all.

oh well.

for all the poor schmucks who still have finals til the fourth week of october (while all the other NORMAL people are out drinking and sleeping and dancing the nights away), i am offering my prayers to whichever gods are sympathetic to our plight that the lucky ducks who get to vacation (drink) earlier than us get monster hangovers which will last til reg time comes again.
also, of course, that we pass.

*grumbling and muttering while writing senseless paper*

have stalker, am pissed

yes. on top of the fact that the following things are screwing up my chances of catching up on sleep or getting thoroughly soused this sem break (or of having a sem break at all):

1. the settlement of international disputes i'm submitting late because i have no idea what
to write

2. the nego finals i am taking for the second time

3. the tax 1 finals i am taking for the first -and hopefully the last - time (not that i like my
chances)

4. the being scared shitless by the idea that i might actually flunk items 2 and 3

i have, apparently, become a victim of an online stalker. he is, at this very moment, an annoying presence on the homepage of this multiply account, proclaiming that he has a crush on me and therefore feels he has the right to annoy me.

yeah, well, i have a crush on the lead singer of maroon 5, but i'm not going around stalking him. online or otherwise. so mr banila, whoever you are, please. go stalk someone else.

yup, just another thing to darken what's already a gray gloomy day.

fuckadoodledoo.

My Two Cents on Some Law School Topics

1. The Dress Code

I am overweight. Have been for a couple of years now. (Gym Trainer aka Torture Master even warned me that I am skating dangerously close to the thin line between my weight now and obese.)

In the interest of not looking quite as fat, I dress a bit more conservatively than my sisters. (Then again, I have always dressed conservatively, even thirty pounds ago, when I could’ve had a bit of fun. What can I say? I like black.)

So really, the Dress Code thing implemented by the library doesn’t really have any impact on me because

a) I like wearing heels, and rarely wear slippers, even when in pain from aforementioned heels, and

b) I don’t wear sleeveless stuff.

Quite frankly, I’m on the fence half the time regarding this issue.

Part of me is against it because hello, we’re in UP. The bastion of all things casual and natural and not rigid. If I wanted to be all stiff and maporma and anal-retentive, I’d have gone to Rockwell or something.

Also, think of all the people who aren’t lucky enough to have been born to families who can afford to spring for spiffy duds (whatever). These people are here to learn. They get sent here by their parents, who make sacrifices, who have dreams for a future dependent on their kids being able to make it as lawyers. They have enough for rent, for food, for books, for readings, for transpo. To ask for more of their parents would be unfair. To tell them that they can’t get to the things they need to learn because they’re wearing slippers which are probably the only footwear they can afford (or if they’re saving their nice shoes for some special days), is to tell them that they aren’t enough for this place in a way that I feel is more degrading than a professor telling them they’re not smart enough.

That being said, there’s a part of me that would like to see a bit of a dress code in school.

Why? Because we should show a bit of respect for our professors who make an effort to clean themselves up by making sure we don’t go to class all prepped for a saturday night out. If we can make an effort to blow dry our hair, to put on makeup, etc, maybe we can find the time to put on clothes a little longer on the hemline, the little higher on the neckline.

If you’ve got it, flaunt it. I get that. But at our ages (20-70 or whatever), shouldn’t we be finding in ourselves a bit of recognition of the fact that we are still in a professional school, and therefore should act like professionals?

Contradictory, I know, but in my mind it makes plenty of sense.

2. Equal Treatment and Protection

My biggest argument against the Dress Code issue is this:

We have time to comment on the clothes other people are wearing, but we don’t take the time to see to it that students receive equal treatment?

By this I mean the people who can forum shop to their hearts’ content while others have to make do with whichever terror of a teacher they get through block enlistment. Who can pick this teacher and pick that teacher and somehow get commended for competing the wrong way?

The people who flunk pre-reqs and are allowed to take the subjects they were prereqs for concurrently. And will graduate earlier than most people who don’t quite have the connections needed. (Graduate AT ALL, actually).

While, of course, SOME people will just have to deal with being delayed a year, sorry nalang.

The people who can share a cig here, a cig there, and manage to pass what others couldn’t.

The people who get to stay when some people are told to go.

Seriously?

Tell me what to wear, check.

Tell me that I’ll just have to deal with the fact that I will not be allowed to take a certain class due to flunking a prereq while the person who set the precedent is walking blithely on to a future I can only hope will be totally fucked up? (if there is any fairness in this world at all), check.

Don’t address the unfairness of it all?

Check.