"If the two eventually fell in love, despite the disparity in their ages and academic levels, this only lends substance to the truism that the heart has reasons of its own which reason does not know."
– Chua-Qua vs Clave. GR No. 49549 August 30, 1990
http://www.lawphil.net/judjuris/juri1990/aug1990/gr_l_49549_1990.html
It’s an hour past noon and I have just woken up. Ever get the feeling the moment you open your eyes that today won’t be a good day? Well, had that feeling when I woke up. I got doused with reality last night. I love it when I’m slanted. My mind’s sharp and I could say anything that’s on my mind and I wouldn’t give squat what other people would think. Too bad, most of what transpires leaves me when I regain reason and I’m left with black and white video flashbacks/snippets. Trying to make sense out of it would be a futile attempt as trying to remember is a feat in itself. Anyhow, here’s the crass reality during last night’s lucid interval:
To alleviate our current attack of stir-craziness, my friends and I have been constantly exchanging text messages (thanks to Globe’s text unlimited promo). I have developed an attachment to my mobile phone. I’m beginning to believe that it is already an appendage and I’m entertaining the thought that a second right thumb might be a blessing since I’m wearing out the one I have now.
We are so into it, we exchange messages even during class. Most times, it’s about how lousy our love lives are, and occasionally, plotting evil schemes to get back at our ‘enemies’. Lately, it’s been about our very own MCLE (Mandatory Continuing Love Education). Annoi of course is the lecturer, since she’s the most neurotic and has had the most experience. Me, I’m just a newbie. Besides, I’ve been burnt so many times that in the vast wasteland of my mind, I have stopped believing in true love. I’m still waiting for it. Or maybe it’s just that I am so clueless about it that I wouldn’t know what is even if it hit me in the face. *devilish grin* I really need education about love. *praying for spontaneous enlightenment*.
So far, this is what I know about love >> It’s not rapacious. It’s not Survivor (the Reality TV show). Neither one is supposed to outwit or outlast the other. No one has to bilk the other. No one has to be jilted. It’s a lot of mediocre stuff. Vague huh?? Goes to show how much of it I know.
I’m waiting for the accursed cretin who’d sweep me off my feet; who’d give me that foot-popping-kiss; who’d put up with my vicarious ventings and appreciate my whipsmarts; who’d tell me he wants me in a way that he’s never going want anybody else; who’d be faithful and truthful and loyal.
Fuck it!!! Either I’m a complete loser or the heat is making me stupid.. again!
A post for Annoi.
You never cease to amaze me. I know I should be busting my ass today studying for nego, evidence and spec pro but you pulled a real shocker last night.
I don’t know if you’re just yanking everyone’s chain or if you’re really dead serious that you have the hots for Paler but it’s shaking everyone up! Thanks for clogging my inbox last night with wylie-texts *sarcasm — just in case you don’t detect it*. It’s cool that you’ve found an object for your misguided (??) affection and I’m flattered that you’ve decided to tread my path *hooooot* but Paler?? He looks like he just got off the bus from cow-town!! On the other hand, he’s a far cry from all the other losers you dated. He’s smarter than any of them put together, that’s for sure, and the raised eyebrow whenever the one on deck gives him a bullshit answer is kinda cute. Fuck it! I’m the wrong person to be saying this to you. For the nth time, I didn’t do anything to make atty. * fall for me. Just acted like my own ditzy self. Maybe you should try that! Can you hold out until the sem ends? Coz I’m sure the IL has rules about student-teacher dating. Trust me, I know. Or maybe tee could befriend him. Babe, whaddya say? *winkwink*
Caveat: Dating a lawyer is not that cool. If law school is a jealous mistress, the profession is even more. [I'm not admitting to anything ha. This is not an admission -- yet.] Lawyers are twisted people Annoi and law professors are masters of the mind game. They can manipulate you and use your words against you - specially if they’re in litigation. You don’t know how many times I’ve felt a date to be a class recit and on a bad day, it’s like I’m on the witness stand! Aces of the trade if you may call it so. I hope you get one who’s more than just a pulse.
Don’t mind me though. I’m just a student. What do I know?
I’m keeping my fingers crossed that Paler doesn’t have friendster lest he sees this post and fails me.
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Laugh-A-Lympics >> Since I wasn’t able to log in for so long and so much has happened. I’d like to post it for posterity’s sake. Material for open mic comedy night!!
This is a reply to annoi’s posts.
[1] The poem
I don’t get it.. slow na kung slow.. brain stem dead man or beer stem dead, di ako maka relate..
The best things in life are free. Not in the sense that you get to enjoy it because you weren’t the one who shelled out but because of the thought behind it. Sabi nga ni Atty. Rico kagabi, di daw tayo dapat ma guilty pag ginagastusan tayo kase yun ang dapat. Somehow, I don’t quite agree.
[2] "of BSD (Being Stem Dead)"
This post hit home. I know that along the corridors of the FEU-IL i found true (??) love. Or was it in class, i don’t think it even matters.
Being a law student, I think I am made of hardy stuff. I’ve survived hours of reading voluminous texts by paras, jurado, reyes, et al., class recititations i was unprepared for, cramming for exams, keeping track of cuts, and juggling study time with boyfriend time.
I am a victim of years of ineptitude from san beda to feu: dirty ladies’ rooms, crummy classrooms, broken airconditioners, office adminstrators rigging grades!
I have achieved an amazing tolerance for the soul-sucking daily torment of snooty professors and even more snooty classmates. I am so accustomed to stress, I cannot function without it. I am a lawstudent , and that means I am a survivor.
But then why do I (like the rest of the B-gurls) keep on wallowing in the quagmire? *uuuyyy…. putik… talon na!!*… Gurls, come on, we’re smart women! We can pull out of this. Lai told me that she admires that I have never lost faith in love and life. It’s not entirely true. The concept is grasped but the execution elusive. I don’t think I could ever fall in love again like I did before I entered lawschool (first love??). I still believe that maybe true love is out there, but at the back of my mind I’m thinking that maybe I was too busy dating the "love-alikes" to notice true love and it has passed me by.
Having your heart broken and not being able to move on is a sad state of affairs to be in but I think what’s more sad is the fact that you love a person so much and yet you don’t do anything about it becuse of the fetters set up by society. I am inlove, I’m just not sure if he really is inlove with me too; or if I’d go through drastic lengths to have us "together". I think I’ll leave that feat to him.
Let’s get out of the bogs gurls.
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"Kung para talaga sayo and isang tao, mawala man sha sayo ng mahabang panahon,magkikita padin kayo pag tama na ang mali at kapag pwede na ang di dapat."
"When you’re out there looking for that perfect person, keep these things in mind. People change, no matter how hard they try not to. As you grow older, you mature and with each level of maturity comes different ideas, different needs and wants. The person who was perfect for you at 20 could be the person you hate when you’re 35. You have to find someone who’ll grow with you, change with you, laugh with you, cry with you. A person who fills in where you lack, a person whom you can fill in when they are lacking . But what about the perfect person you ask? There is no perfect person, only persons who are perfect for each other."
Comment:: I’ve already found him, now I’m keeping the faith that I’d be able to keep him.
