The Law and Economics of Lust, Love and Life

Some of my Rules in Dating...

1. If you dont like him for no apparent reason, chances are the reasons are about to emerge after a few minutes.

2. Never ever expect.

3. If he asks you about sex, no matter how apologetic he is after and for whatever reason, never believe him that he's really not into it.

4. If he opens the doors for you, rejoice. It's a sign that you can be good friends if things dont work out.

5. If he talks about cars for 5 minutes straight, it's almost sure that he'll be talking about it for another hour.

6. If you're bored with his presence, talk about yourself. By doing so, You'll entertain yourself, practice your public speakin skills and turn him off in the process.

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I Wish I'm Anorexic.

There are times that i wish i am anorexic.. or bulemic. whichever will make me skinny.

I've been battling with my weight problem for years and the only time i think i won was before i celebrated my 18th birthday. It gets tiring really, i was born fat. Looking at my pictures way before i knew the meaning of fat i guess i was meatier than everyone else. Most of the time, i laugh at myself or at the people who would point out how fat i am. I smile and nonchalantly drop a witty remark or even joke about it. It's not true that i dont get bothered, this is my body that we are talking about and being fat isnt really something that i am proud of. It gets really depressing to think that it has become a hindrance for me to get some people's respect. I dont blame them for looking at me like some silly girl trying to find her way to acceptance.

But if i'm skinny, then i dont think i will be the Eunice that i am. Oh well, trade-offs.

Sa Iyo

Kapag naubos ang mga pahina ng libro ng aking buhay
ang bawat pagbabalik tanaw ay tila mga bubog
na gumagasgas sa aking natutuyong pagkatao.

Tuwing ililipat ang paningin,
maghihingalo sa pagsikat ng aking nakaraan.
Maririnig ang sigaw ng pagtangis
na kailanman at di pa naririnig mg aking mundo.

Ang mga tinta ay mga luhang
dumaloy upang tapusin ang mga salita
ng isang dilang dumudugo sa kawalan.
Ang bawat letra ay ang pagkalagas
ng mga buhok na naghihintay ng walang hanggan.

Maabo ang bawat pahina at manunuot
sa aking paimbabaw na katatagan.
Lulusawin ang makapal na yelo ng pagpapanggap
at ang apoy ay maglalagablab sa isang pusong nanaghoy.
Tahimik na humihikbi ang pagbabalik-tanaw,
ngunit isang lihim na digmaan ang pumapaimbulong

At umaasang
maisisiwalat.
Kung ito'y matatapos mararating ko
ang ngiting kay tagal
na inasam at kay tagal
na iyo'y
ipinagkait.

DATABOYS..

i am so in need of a date. so bad that i had to ask for help from a dear friend.

Ganda : wala bang fire lovelife?
Nice: wla e, nonexistent. ihanap mo ko.. hahhaha..
Nice: pero pinromise ko rin na mejo magcoconcentrate na ko sa pagaaral tlga..haha
Ganda : nauubos na databoys ko
Ganda : mahirap pala pag good girl
Nice: hahaha.. ang cute. Databoys..
Ganda : parang wala na ko kakilalang marunong maging malandi!
Ganda :
Nice: ilalagay ko yan sa blog ko.. Databoys... haha..
Ganda : blogger ka pala
Ganda : masaya may data boys
Ganda : pde ka magset up with friends
Ganda : yung last on the list ko naipadate ko na
Nice: yuo,yuo.. ano address ng blog mo lalagyan ko ng link.. hehee..
Ganda : kaya antay nalang ako enrollees!

New Words from Eunice's Dictionary

Data n. (deyta) slang for date.. it's the synergy of the words date and ahh (expression of delight or disappointement) Ex: Hey momma, i cant go with you this weekenda im going on a data. [ngii!]

Databoys n. (deyta-boys) from the word database. 1) a list of boys ready to be set up on a blind date with data girls.

so i guess i'm a datagirl. n. (deyta-gerl) a girl who begs her friends to set her up on blind dates w/ yummy databoys.

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wow, i'm beginnin to think i can make a career out of this word-making talent that i have. if you appreciated this post, maybe you would appreciate Heartthrob Evolution. just look for it in the archives..

Oh Carol...

Carol Wojtyla ... He made me cry.

When i saw him parading when he came to visit the Philippines in 1995 i cried. Yes, i did. It was an unexplainable, overwhelming, unbelievable feeling of being blessed. I felt how strong my faith is. I'm not romanticizing this whole thing but i believe that Pope John Paul II is truly a gift from God.

When he died, i got depressed. When i saw him, lying there, so peaceful.. I cried. Nobody made me cry that easily. I remember reading this book about him, about how he touched people and how he became an example of the Lord's compassion for humanity. He is an affirmation that goodness really exists in this world almost ruled by life's cruelties.

i may not be religious, i may not be into the church's rituals.. but i am spiritual. My relationship with God is something that i get strength from. Pope John Paul II is one inspiration. He forgives, he loves and he believes... in his silence.

Carol Wojtyla, you have lived your life making the world a better place. You did not allow the world's discriminating eyes bother you and discourage you from embracing and respecting people of different beliefs. You embody what humanity should be.

We thank you for gracing us with your existence. Say hi to the Lord for us. Oh Carol...

Iskatenean.. Ateniska... Iskatenista...

Iska (iskolar ng bayan) + atenean = Iskatenean.
Atenean + iska = Ateniska

It's settled, i'm really off to lawschool but this time, i'll be a "Blue Eagle", an atenista, an atenean or uhmm as most of my friends'll say an "Arnean". I cant wait. and i'm not just sayin that coz i really cant wait.

This is another transition stage in the making, and im not even complaining. Unlike starting in college, with a course im not sure if i want, pursuing law is something that i've been wanting to achieve for the longest time. and yes, i changed my mind, i think im gonna do better in Ateneo than in UP. i need the pressure, the critics and that feeling of tryin to redeem myself. Kat said, "You have to study like you never studied before." and i'm not scared. I am ready. I love challenges. In UP, it was more like "Shirk like you never shirked before." Dont get me wrong, UP's my dream school, but one can only get some things and have to accept that life has a better scenario in mind.

If there's something im sure of, it's the fact that i will become a top-caliber lawyer someday. Debating is a passion i havent followed because i was busy enjoying other things. Je ne regrette rien, i lived my UP life to the fullest. I owe a lot to this school.

Ateneo, you better be worth it.

"Pag nahawanahan mo ng kajologs-an natin ang mga atenista, bow na ko sa'yo" - Poxy Cleopatra

Hmm, that's easy. All i need to do is to befriend some people, pretend to be the intellectual that i should be and lure 'em into watchin Wowowee. Good plan. Haha. or, i have to find out who graduated from UP and invite 'em to eat isaw with me. Besides, i have my car now. We can drive back to UP with ease. Orrrrr, i can challenge these people to be as jologs as they can get, that's if they arent all busy reading everything that has to be read.

I'm definitely gonna go shopping with my mom. Law + ateneo = high cost of living. I know, i can still wear ukay-ukay clothes once in a while. But i need new stilettos, new suits and ensembles. Black Shop, Top Shop, Ensemble, Janilyn's here i come. I really cant wait to enrol on the 18th.

Am i scared? I think we all are. My friends are all gonna be workin, i'm gonna be studyin. My parents doesnt want me to work yet, they want me to focus on my studies. I will make 'em proud. I know that they're sort of disappointed about my not graduatin with honors in UP. hmm, toping the bar exam anyone? Wait 'til i get there.

Jersee: Finally may future na ko.
Kat: Ano ka ba , may future ka naman talaga e.

Smiles.... A lot of people believe in me. It's more than enough inspiration for me.

I'm an ISKATENEAN now, ISKATENISTA, ATENISKA.. Where are the Maroon Eagle and the Blue Oblation? Ngii.

The Freedom of Expression

Some writers accuse other writers of being people who need ego-massages, [intellectual] masturbation, and of being senseless.

When did the world become so self-righteous? When did people become so indulgent in the supremacy of their own ideas that they forget how unthinkably differently we all live our lives? Why do people expect other people to abide by rules and standards that they have set for themselves?

This doesnt only involve writing, this involves everything that we think we know and understand. How sure can we be that our self-declared purpose and ideals are what the world needs to make it a better place? If the #freedom of expression's purpose is to initiate #change, then maybe by encouraging people to be more open and more expressive of their opinions and their emotions can actually initiate the change that we need. The key is open discourse.

Life is one big stock market. We exchange thoughts, we exchange feelings, in the end we can never be sure which thoughts and feelings are to be followed and which are just futile attempts to understand the complexity of our individual intellect and emotions. I isolate opinion and feelings because scientific facts aren't areas that need opinion. These are theories that have been proved by the scientific method and shouldn't even be part of any argument.

Our opinions are our opinions alone. We can never expect people to abide with them. Who are we to decide which is senseless or not? No single person or group of people can claim monopoly over critical thinking. I must admit, I wrongly judge people. I criticize opinions, but I draw the line by respecting them, and not imposing my beliefs on them.

I'd rather be a pajama writer than someone boxed in some hypocritical definition of what a writer should be. I'd rather be free. -@LegallyBlunt, "Freedom of Expression" Artwork: "Bandera Filipina" #JuanLuna y Novicio Souvenir design 1899

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Mallows bite my lips and
the sting remained until oblivion.
I struggled to melt with the background
Knowingly trying to make yellow and
green connive like conspiring bitches.
but no matter how contrasting it may seem
they do look good together.
it maybe that common feeling of freshness;
that freshness is exudes...
i guess it's an unknown ingredient.
that biting heat that lingers,
that oblivious difference.

Redbox.. Chicken Pox... Life Rocks.. (Ngii..)

Atoy has Chicken Pox.. therefore, he wants us to call him Poxy Cleopatra. Talk about star complex at its worst. Ok, i must give it to him, Poxy Cleopatra sounds good. I even wrote a poem for him..

Chicken Pox, chicken pox, my life sucks!
I feel itchy, fate sure mocks.
Dear Lord, make this thing go away.
Poxy Cleopatra wants to play.

Went to Redbox last night, was with my groupmates / friends / overnight mates / gimmick buddies, Angel and Jason. T'was fun to goof around with them and to watch them make a fool out of themselves (in a positive kind of way). It was between laughin and singing that i came to realize how close we have become. Spending almost two weeks together, seeing each other at our best and at our most-dugyot state, we got to that level of friendship that doesnt involve awkwardness anymore. They've seen me bra-less (ehem, haha), really oily, and uhmm, really bitchy. While i was looking at 'em last night, dancing (ala-macho dancers, eek) i knew i am gonna miss 'em. We connected, we found the jologs in each other, the conio in each other and the determined-side of ourselves in that bond that we were able to form, unintendedly. I will miss huggin Angel, lookin at Jason after a really corny joke and just plain bein in the middle of two special guys. Now, im soundin like i've fallen in love with 'em. Yeah, in a way i have... i have fallen in love with the idea of havin 'em around. it was refreshing, it was.. enlightening. It's something i will be holding on to. Ngaaaaarks, ang drama.