In Retrospect

More than an attempt at updating my blog, I think I need this to remind me of happy days before the midterm stress monster gobbles me up.


Constitutional Week

As usual, I was at the helm of prettifying our tent and that included waking up real early, showing up at the Children’s Park first and even helping putting up the tent. I didn’t play ‘varsity’ (haha) mixed volleyball like last year although this year’s tug of war was much more fun. We won over the sophies, the juniors and the super seniors but lost out to the freshies. Haha.

4th years

Tug of War!

Happily showing off our class shirt.



After Consti Week comes Purplehood. As 4th years, we had to organize the event especially held for the ‘super seniors’ or the 5th years. As if heading the ‘tent committee’ wasn’t enough, I was again placed in control to head the steering committee. What followed was a month of stressful, crazy, busy planning but well worth all the effort in the end.

Masquerade Ball

The Grand Ballroom (from our Asst. Dean’s Instagram)

With some of my amazing group mates.

With closest friends, N and F.


Another Meson Bonding

Another Meson wedding (the batch’s baby, Licka) which means another happy get-together with high school classmates.

Pre-wedding get-together at CommCen

Meson Girls

Meson with Newlyweds Licka and Jasser


Tatay’s Birthday

We got to celebrate Tatay’s birthday, albeit, belated in Missy’s pretty little house (not on the Prairie, haha) at Portico in Gran Europa, CDO.

Bee and Ashy made it there too. 🙂




Hello, Shoti

Atsi na si Shobe!


Davao Wedding Weekend

The fam (minus Potch) went on a road trip to Davao for my cousin’s wedding — the first in Tatay’s side of the family. Plus got to hang out with Bee and Bong at Damosa, which was just across our hotel, and we got a tour of the Freedom Park and some chika and laughter over some beers at MTS.

Bong’s coffee treat at Cafe Firenzo


Dramatic shot from the 12th floor of The Marco Polo. Haha.

Cousins. With the Best Man and Groom at Sta. Ana Church.

Back at the hotel after the wedding

Happy Birthday!

Celebrated my 29th birthday just the way I like it – dinner with the fam at my favorite restaurant in Iligan, good ol’ Sunburst. OMG, 29!

Thank you Lord for another year.

Oh, and another thing about July, I started running and discovered Rock My Run.

Image from Rock My Run

They have killer running mixes which keep me going during my run days, three times a week. Fast forward to August, I rocked my first 5K run!

6th place for female open category. Yay!


Day Seventeen #febphotoaday


Study, er, cramming time at Tedt’s.

Hung out with N at Tedt’s for some creamy chicken pasta and iced tea (not in photo, haha) before heading to school. I miss times like this. I don’t get to hang out with my closest girl friends F, N and D from school that often anymore and I just miss the crazy laughter and chika over our favorite after-class comfort food: McDonald’s fries and coke float.

But we’ll have Consti Week, right girls? And September. Miss you 3!

p.s. Photo was really taken yesterday, but internet was crappy last night, I wasn’t able to post this. So I’m antedating this post. Sneaky.

Day Eleven #febphotoaday

makes me happy


A few days ago, my classmate and our college’s student council secretary, Joyce asked me for possible theme suggestions for our upcoming Constitutional Week celebration. After what Sendong did to Iligan as a result of the unscrupulous violations of our environmental laws, our theme now would touch on the law and the environment. I submitted 3 suggestions and just this morning, Joyce texted me with the good news that our Assistant Dean chose my suggestion No.2. Now, Joyce has posted this on our year level’s FB page and I’m just happy to be bringing pride to my year level. Go, 4th year!

A barbarian, still.

One of my new friends from school, Safa, a very promising freshie, toyed with the question of “to frat or not to frat?” on Facebook, to which I immediately fired off a reply “Join us barbarians, instead. We’re a rare specie in law school. Haha.”

Somehow, it made me remember something I wrote in my old blog as a law school freshman (or sophomore, I forgot because it was way back, haha), which I’m posting for old time’s sake. Although I never had to ask myself “to frat or not to frat?” because after four years in law school, I am and will be for the remaining year a barbarian still.

a barbarian…

I just found out is a law student without a fraternity in law school. and i’m proud to say i’m one of the uncouth, uncivilized, uncultured because i do not belong to the exclusive elite of law school fraternities. lol.

although i prefer the term nonfrat because it rhymes well with nonfat. and nonfat, nonfrat is my default answer to law students who continue to ask me if i belong to a frat. sounds cheesy but it makes the serious topic of law school fraternity affiliation a bit lighter whenever i kid them about it. they laugh and move on to another topic. haha.

but while i’m saved by humor from having to elaborate to those students why, i get no immunity from invitations to these greek orgs. last year, i got invited to one of the fraternities and just the other evening, a friend from another one of two of the quite popular fraternities in school, handed me an invitation. their glorious house was opening its doors for admission after due deliberation, rigid selection and screening process after keeping tab on my academic performance and leadership potential based on my past semester performance. i couldn’t help but cringe. haha. i guess i was slightly allergic to the fancy, scented and shiny paper they printed their letter on. and the envelope was also scented and pink! yeech.

it just amuses me, wondering what academic performance they were really basing on since the registrar doesn’t have all my grades yet. in fact, only 1 out of 6 profs turned in last semester’s grades. but that was just some thought i was keeping myself entertained with as i listened to their orientation program yesterday afternoon.

even if my friends from both frats know me well enough to know there’s no way i’m joining, still out of respect and courtesy to their invitation and their house, i’d show up at the orientation program to hear about and get to know their org. i call this my own due process because they have a right to be heard too. lol. so even if i remain a stubborn barbarian, i also remain in good terms with these people.

they say not everyone gets invited and that being considered to be a member of a fraternity is a privilege in itself, but i think there’s a bigger and better privilege in being a free and independent barbarian. besides, i’ve got my own “sorority” of soul sisters slash bffs anyway – my kiamsies. haha! and best girlfriends ashie and lyne who are law students too are also barbarians.

i could enumerate all my reasons for remaining a hardcore barbarian (or pwede amazon nalang since i’m a lady. haha!) but it’s too much brainwork discussing all that hazing and pride, values and exclusivity and the brotherhood and sisterhood of life to death.

it all boils down to this anyway – instead of going grΣΣk, i’d rather go gΣΣk.:D

Being a barbarian has made me enjoy and appreciate my friends from school more. It gives me that flexibility to hang out with different friends from different organizations. Like last Friday, after our Testimonial Dinner, classmates from one org invited my other nonfrat classmate and I for some after-party coffee where we ended up having fun over drinks and videoke instead.  What’s heartwarming is how friends don’t let organizations get in the way of friendship, especially F and S, who never fail to wait with me to be picked up from school every night even when they have after-class dinner or hangout plans with their brods and sis. They’d always let their brods and sis go ahead and they’d just catch up after my ride has arrived. Sometimes, they let other brods and sis wait with them, then we’d be one noisy bunch waiting for one girl’s sundo. Haha. Even if I tell F and S to go ahead, they stay behind like I’m one little girl who shouldn’t be left alone. Haha! During those “taxi days” when dear father cannot pick me up at school, they’d also walk with me to the taxi stop, wait for a cab and make sure that I’m settled in my seat before going on with their dinner plans/dates. Yes, dates. They’re that thoughtful because even F’s boyf (and brod) is dragged into the whole waiting routine!

So a nonfrat student in law school does not equal lonely or lost. My other nonfrat classmate and I used to get a kick out of calling each other “sister” and it has stuck now. There’s still a fun sense of belongingness in law school even when you don’t belong to any organization. Thanks to my amazing friends and classmates in school, that is what I’m enjoying now. 🙂

Week 30

Uninspired title for lack of, well, inspiration. Haha.

  • In today’s playlist: Groove Armada’s Black Light album. Totally random.
  • My four-eyed mug shot. Taken yesterday while passing time waiting in the car for dear father to finish his errand.
  • It’s our college’s Testimonial Dinner this Friday. Attire: Filipiniana with style (or a “touch of modernity” was what I was told). Whatevs. No way I’m donning a long gown. Or renting one. *cringe* Going all modern instead. I’m taking the resourceful route & will go green — literally & figuratively. Discovered dear mother’s shiny green blouse & skirt set from way, way back and thought I’d give it a new spin by recycling it and having it altered into a mini dress. The peg:

Sans the beads & with a bit longer hemline. Here’s to hoping it’s totally doable. Okay, it’s barely filipiniana. Just modern, methinks. And I guess I’ll just have to bring an abanico fan for good “filipiniana” measure. Haha.

  • Can’t wait for the week to end, by the way. It’s barely midweek, I know — still have a long week of classes to survive. But there’s quite a lot to look forward to by the end of the month.

Legally Blags!

While discussing objections on the admissibility of evidence during Evidence class earlier this evening, JudgeA related another story.

Lawyer: I object, Your Honor.

Judge: On what ground?

Lawyer: It’s too very much!

There’s more to Evidence than just learning about, well, evidence. With JudgeA, we also get side lectures on trial techniques and of course, courtroom hilarity. Nothing beats first-hand, insider scoop. Haha!