fRom the 4 coRneRs of my mind II

If I could only do cartwheels, I would. My head’s been up in the clouds since Saturday and almost everyone in the IL knows why. I must have shown everyone I know, and a few freshies I don’t, THE photo.

There’s something about crushing on an ex prof. Especially if that ex prof happens to have topped the bar. This guy knows how it is to feel to be number one. Sure he looks geeky, but so what, I can be geeky too if I want to. It’s just that I choose not to. It’s not love. It can’t be, because I only like him when I see him. It’s borderline crush-pseudo love. The operative word being "pseudo".

What I have with him gives me that extra spring when I’m walking in the IL corridors. A buzz to my otherwise boring existence and that kick (kilig factor perhaps) that is lacking in my life. In a way he inspires me. For sure, I always look forward to my Saturday classes in the hope of bumping into him and making small talk.

You’d think I’d be my usual cool, calm, and collected self when I "run" into him. I’m  the exact opposite. Short circuited synapses result to babbling, flushed cheeks, weak knees, and an uncontrollable urge to kick myself for acting like a total spaz after the encounter.

He’s not tall, not dark, not handsome to most. The fact that I have a thing for him rebuts all presumptions that I have a thing for cute guys and establishes that I gravitate to smart minds. I’m not as shallow pala as  others thought.

Anyhow, shallow or not, In Re: Llanes [923 SCRA 451. GR No. L-20060923] lends substance to the Doctrine of Uncontrollable Smile and the Doctrine of a Deliciously Romantic Evening. All requisites taken into consideration. The occurrence being somewhat delicious, possibly romantic (depending on how you look at it), and it was definitely still evening.

This supersedes the earlier case of Monteza vs. Capco (citation unknown).

Post Script:
No offense meant to the girl who doesn’t love the rain but adamantly still believes in true love. Btw, I’m still searching. I don’t think t’s THE one. I dunno. Let’s devote a lengthy phone conversation for that when school lets out.

To those who can’t relate, please see my previous posts regarding the "doctrines".

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cataract \KAT-uh-rakt\, noun: A clouding or opacity of the lens or capsule of the eye, which obstructs the passage of light.

People in love are so blinded; or is it just because they refuse to see? I know that falling in love certainly would hurt, then why do I keep on subjecting myself to the pain over and over again?

The pain doesn’t change, only the face and the name of the person inflicting it does. The best piece of advice I’ve ever gotten: Restrain yourself from falling in love. You didn’t have a boyfriend before. You’ll do fine right now. There are plenty of guys out there for you. And one particular person meant for you, and who’ll be yours. You’ll know it’s him because everything will fall into place.   

How do you pick yourself up and mend your broken heart when it’s been broken into a million other pieces you can’t know which part to piece first? How do you erase a year of memories with someone, or how could you when you’ve built your hopes and dreams with that person?

A philosopher once said, "baby steps. One step at a time."

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One day, a bird fell in love with a fish. What happens next? Where would
they live? Who gets the wings and who looses the fins?

This is their love story.

A bird and a fish couldn’t be more different so it’s a wonder that their
paths would even cross. But it did, and as the seasons changed from one to
another, they grew close.

As already been told, the two fell in love. The bird thought that it was
written in the stars. The fish thought it wasn’t. The fish was cynical when it came to love.
She had kissed a frog where she lived and as natural it is for frogs, that
particular frog leaped from lily pad to lily pad, and eventually from pond to
pond, perhaps to kiss other frogs or maybe other fish. Nonetheless, this left
our fish badly hurt and severely jaded. Although she knew that a bird was
definitely not a frog, it also wasn’t a fish. A bird couldn’t live under the
water nor could she live above it.

The fish couldn’t help but fall for the bird.  And sure enough, he broke her heart. In fact,
he had broken her several times.

So in love were they that they made up their mind to elope. But they couldn’t
decide where to. The bird wanted to go to the US and the fish wanted to go home. Both
knew the peculiarity of their relationship and are aware that the other would
never be accepted by their respective families. Despite this fact, they made
grand plans of being together and have even set a date.

Their differences eventually manifested and they argued and fought. They
fought about petty and trifling things but mostly where they would settle down.
They fought until neither could take it anymore.

The date is yet to come. The bird and the fish have broken up. Love does
not conquer all.

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First things first: The Tax Law Bar exam held last Sunday was the first time ever that had been extended for a full hour. Or so I’ve heard. Rumour also has it that the exam made a guy barrister sob; and there’s this one story of a guy from a reputable law school who hysterically broke down in the exam room after reading the first two questions.

But of course, nothing would beat the one about the guy who drank a bottle of black ink after mistaking it for water; and about that guy who definitely had a meltdown and ate his questionnaire up a few years back.

Fact or fiction. Truth or myth. It is yet to be debunked.

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Addendum to the now infamous IL Doctrines. There is now a third one.

The Doctrine of Uncontrollable Smile

       This doctrine is probably the most tell-tale of all. The "crush-er" can’t help but smile whenever the "crush-ee" appears or even when his/her name is mentioned. It is usually coupled with a light yet noticeable flush to the cheeks, or the ears, in some people, and a goofy starstruck look. In the case of one girl I personally know, she gets all giddy, tells her peers about it, then posts a blog about the "chance encounter".

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Got a comment asking me what true love is. This is not an attempt to answer something I have absolutely (read: ab-SOY-loot-lee.. haha.. classamtes na nakaka relate, LAFFTRIP! GOIN BUYIYIT!!) no idea about.

I can’t answer the question. It is not something you figure out an equation for and you get a definite answer. It is like the debate  between the paradox of the chicken and the egg; or man’s search for the meaning of life. It’s not about wisdom or enlightenment.  I think it has more to do with faith. I am not going to try to answer something that even the greatest philosophers couldn’t ping at.

A friend of mine explains true love as love that is true. As in, the person giving the love is truly in love.

This is what true love is for me: It is like all your life you walk around like a zombie; you’re just empty, cavernous, degenerative; and then you find THE one, and you’re not empty anymore.

I got that from a movie I can’t remember the title of.

Gotta go now.

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how would you feel if the love of your life told you that he doesn’t want to be with you anymore?

i’d be crushed. and i am..

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