One with the 110

Tomorrow I march (not really march, but more of.. sit? What do people do in a vigil anyway?) with my fellow UP Law students to protest the unfair implementation of the College's academic delinquency rules. As it stands, 110 students are in danger. That's 110 dreams that the College intends to shatter. 110 futures that will be put in limbo.

I side with my co-students not only because I am part of this number, but because I cannot stand that the institution that prides itself in teaching the law in a grand manner, also treat its students this way. Surely, this is n't the "grand manner" of Justice Holmes' making. The College taught us a greater appreciation for our rights and for due process. Here we are, calling for the exact same thing -- due process and respect for our rights as students.

Why I Want to be a Lawyer

First of all, hello Andy. I know you're reading this. This entry will be boring for you because this will have nothing to do with my lovelife. Hahaha.

That being said, with all the hullabaloo going on now in the College, I am left to thinking why I believe I am worthy to remain there. After all, with all the resistance going on, the easy thing to do would be to just give up and conform to whatever the College says, even if it means agreeing to something that's in violation of due process. (Okay, enough legal jargon. Hahaha.) But no. Just this one time I am willing to go through the dirty, messy road, just because I know this is meant for me. After all, you gotta fight for the the best things in life, right?

My whole life has been a series of missed opportunities, second chances and meant to be's. I know that I'm meant to be where I am right now. I would have passed the LAE the first time, if I weren't. This is my second chance, and I'm willing to fight for it.

Why? One, I've never fought for anything my whole life. I've lived a relatively sheltered life and my only "hardship," if you could even call it that, is the 6 months I spent on television, losing weight in front of the whole Philippines. This whole law school thing is my defining moment -- my mind, my body, my willpower and my spirit will be tested, and I plan to succeed.

Second, call me idealistic, but I do want to help my country and give back. No, I don't want to be a politician. I just wanna clear that out as early as now. Seeing all the injustice around me (okay fine, on TV,)  I can't help but feel like I need to do something about it. It takes one person to fight for you, to make you believe that you're worth fighting for. Which is why I plan on working for the Public Attorney's Office, eventually.

Third, even if life in law school is like hell on earth, there's really nowhere I'd rather be.

That is why I'm fighting for this, as hard as I can. One way or another, I will get to graduate with a Sablay with that purple thing on it, to add to my existing collection.

Top, L-R: Grade School and High School CSA Graduation Pictures
Bottom, L-R: Ateneo Toga Grad Pic, Ateneo Graduation Creative Shot

Balik Alindog, Summer Edition

Because I've been giving myself too many cheat days these past couple of weeks (actually, my whole March-April- early May was a whole cheating extravaganza!), I finally decided to get back on track with my diet and lose all the pounds I gained in those months. First step was for me to go back to working out with my Biggest Loser friends, Joy, Hazel and Raffy.

I've forgotten how fun it was to work out with them, and in a group! Not only is it more fun, but more motivational in a way, because we did it together for so long and there's a sense of comfort and familiarity in how we do the things we need to do.

But more than that, today is my first day doing the Master Cleanse. Now, if you know me, you probably know that I don't usually go for thing like these. But because I just wanted to go on a detox thing to rid myself of the remnants of my cheat months, I'm going on this liquid diet of sea salt flush and lemonade.

Master Cleanse Ingredients!

The lemonade in itself tastes kinda good. Like normal lemonade but with a kick, thanks to the Cayenne Pepper. What really, really, really is challenging is the sea salt flush. It tastes exactly like salt water, (duh.) which isn't easy to take in. Hello, gag reflex.

I don't know if its just because today was my first day, but I felt really... woozy today. Woozy in the sense that I wasn't my normal happy and energetic self. I spent most of the day sleeping, both because I wanted to conserve energy and to stop myself from eating throughout the day. Hahaha. When I worked out in the evening, I could not muster enough energy to finish everything, which I guess is understandable.

Anyway, I've got like around 4 more days to go. Wish me luck! :)

For more info regarding the Master Cleanse, this was what I read: http://themastercleanse.org/

A Letter for You.

Maybe I'm just bored. Or maybe not.

Ever since Law School started, I've been kinda out of it in the love life department (not that I was totally IN it anyway.) Maybe this is just boredom, but now that I'm not doing anything, I find myself thinking about you more often and why I can't seem to treat you like just any other normal friend. Honestly, I hate that I'm even thinking about this. Heck. I can't even believe that I'm writing about this. Maybe you'll see this one day, and you'll finally know where I'm coming from, because honestly, there is no way you'll get this out of me personally.

It's been two years. Two years of me trying to convince myself that I'm over you and that you're just a good friend to me now. Well, a friend that I spend so much money on (not what you're thinking), so much effort and so much patience on. People who have known me longer cannot believe I do all those things for you. It's very unlike me to be spending this much effort on someone, and yet I do, for you. All so that you'll forget whatever it is that ails you, and so that you feel better about yourself.

You have your issues. I have mine. I was and still am willing to forego all of mine just to help you with yours. Call it the Jesus Christ syndrome, but in my head, because I knew I was the stronger person, I felt like I needed to be there for you, to help you pull yourself up. I'm even willing to go to the extent of pulling you up myself, if only you'll let me. I don't know why I'm like this. I can't even emphasize enough how much I am annoyed at myself for this.

I should have moved on by now. Hello, it's been two years. Two years of my ego being shot down each time I see you because you can't or won't realize that I'm the right person for you. Can you blame me for hoping that one day, you'll realize that? Because I know that I am. I can feel it deep inside. Two years ago, I felt this underneath all my aching muscles. I still feel it now. You may not be the right person for me, but I know I'm the right person for you. I hate that even at your age, you're still so preoccupied with the shallow things in life. I hate that you fail to see the obvious just because you prefer to remain blinded by what you think is important in life. And yes, I hate that you dropped me, just like that, because of ONE thing that I would have been willing to give up, had you asked me to.

Well, whatever. Not that it matters now. You do whatever you want.

This is my new thing -- I'm really trying not to care. I hope though that you're not too self-obsessed to not notice. Or else.. I don't know.