A Scheme of Ordered Liberties

My Doctrine of Transformation

the life that i used to live will now be repealed by the path that im beginning follow. Future habits will only be acquired if my actions will not in any way endanger my chances of survival in lawschool.

My Bill of Rights:

1. Right to Expression of Boredom
2. Right to take my shoes off while studying in Starbucks.
3. Right to make paper airplanes out of my constitutional law readings.
4. Right to be in invicible mode in YM and to use the power vested upon me by YM's stealth settings.
5. The right to leave the receipts given to me at the counter to prevent myself from accumulating more trash (
6. The right to put the volume of my MP3 player to its maximum to keep myself from rolling my eyes at stupid comments which i unintentionallly / involuntary hear while im studyin in Starbucks.

So ordered.

Vocab Mula sa Hikab...

due to my lethal boredom, i wrote this article while pretending to listen to my prof in one of my classes today...
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1] happenings - a combi of happy + happen + penny in the present progressive form. It is the pursuit of satisfaction which will only be achieved if the three requisites mentioned are attendant.

2] chillax - combi of the uber cool word "CHILL" and that uber calming word "RELAX". It is used to connote that leisurely moment of forgettin all the things that are stressful.

3] impossible cry - from the legal concept impossible crime which pertains to crimes which are inherently impossible to accomplish. It is the moment where someone cries due to a nonexistent cause or an undeserving cause [in the case of MEN who are always "not there"]

4] malicious miss cheap - a totally murder-worthy whore who exudes malice and succumbs to extremely cheap ways.

5] democrushy - the act of demonstrating one's admiration for a crush. It's usually spontaneous and exercised with lack of discernment.

6] Lovey-dovey - a relationship between people who have plans of not staying in the relationship permanently. It's also synonymous to having "prescription / expiration dates". It's when one or both parties are planning to "fly" away from the other.

7] ballyntine - "akala mo it's enough, pero hindi! hindi! hindi!"

STAMP ART

Life's one big mail with no "return address" and an unknown destination. Its value is in a way quantified through its stamp. The stamp's a label of how much the sender spent [effort exerted] to jumpstart the mail's journey. The "stamp" gets licked or in a more civilized way, is wet by a sponge capable of absorbing the moisture that could make a number of stamps stick. What's that tongue's /sponge's counterpart in life? I say it's experience. Life reaps value through the stamps that gets stuck to every experience we battle to survive. If you get stamped, you are forever labeled. You may try to conceal a stamp that you aren't too proud of, but its existence never ceases to haunt you. It's unseen but it's felt. WE ALL ARE STAMPED!

Deep.. Deep.. Deep..

art by: a UP CAL stude

mister : it's war, jersee.kill the evil. see, i believe there is a happy counterpart of angsty.
Jersee: i will. and i'll see you on the other side.. after the smoke has been cleared aight?.
mister : speaking of which...wahahahahahahaha!! maybe after the smoke is DITCHED. hehehe
Jersee: right, right.. i miss really chattin w/ u. not the "hi hello to everyone fun fun fun" chat.
mister : that's the "me" i miss...i shut it up.for a long time
Jersee: may i ask y?
mister : it got dangerous to my personal priorities.
Jersee: uhmm,im not sure i totally understand but yeah, it's quite a valid reason. how did it "endanger" ur priorities? [tell me if i have to stop.haha]
mister : i honestly never thought radio would put me on a "celebrity" status. and there are harmful people who attach themselves to those pegged as "celebrities". these people are called "stalkers".i never wanted groupies, nor fuckmates, nor admirers. all i wanted was her admiration. and her admiration became complicated becasue of my status.
Jersee: we all have that one thing we want.. that's hardest to get.
mister : which i feel is a big deception, because i am still a nobody. just a loud dj. and that's it.
Jersee: unintended consequences, unforeseen results. sources of complications.
mister : an oily face would be a source of complications too... jsut felt like asying that, because my face is currently oily. how deep.
Jersee: and im laughin. thanks. i always find myself thankin people who make me smile or laugh. im forgettin it these past few weeks. and im tryin to find again that part of me who always feels thankful for the simplest things.
mister : forgetting is different from forsaking. i'm guilty of forsaking.damn.
Jersee: yeah, good point. i have to be more precise in my language too.hehe. forsakin... we all are guilty of this. the good news is, you KNOW and acknowledge it.
mister : the moment you realize it was your doing, you realize you can do something about it.
Jersee: exactly. but you have to make a decision first. it's easy to realize something and disregard it for convenience.
mister : better point.
Jersee: see, this is what i love about conversations. real ones. it's easy to talk... it's easy to ask for group hugs. but it's hard to establish a conversation that's worth rememberin.
mister : i love lightness.
Jersee: hmm, i dunno if i love lightness. there are times when i feel iv been laugin at life long enough. that it's time for me to keep my acts straight.

Haphazardous Anecdotes 'bout Moi...

Criminal Law Class...

• "my prof looks like someone i'm really fond of... (think, think).. ahh, WWE's Big Boss Man."
• "hmm, if the police thought it's Rey Demonyo, a notorious criminal, if he repents... will he be called Rey Langit?"
• if it's an impossible crime, err...
  

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last week, i walked around the mall with the two layers of my skirt lifted, leaving a very thin layer of cloth burdened w/ the responsibility of hiding what should be hidden... thus exposing the silhouette of my thong-clothed butt.

Jersee: Dad, bakit di mo naman sinabi na nakataas un skirt ko?
Daddy: Akala ko style un. Kaya pala nagtitinginan un ibang tao, akala ko nagagandahan sila sayo.
Jersee: Ayun.

i bought a newreally big, white bag w/pink accent.. so my dad had a take on it AGAIN.

Daddy: maganda yang bag mo.
Jersee: Thanks dad.
Daddy: Parang any moment maglalabas ka ng lampin at un chupon ng bata sa sobrang laki.
Jersee: uhmm, thanks dad. =|

i love my dad.
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apparently, I'm losing weight... if i'll base my assumption on what a few of my friends are saying, i guess i am. But im not sure if i'm losing weight the healthy way. I stopped goin to the gym for two weeks now, coz I DONT HAVE THE TIME AND ENERGY ANYMORE. so i might be losing weight due to stress. hmm..

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I NEED err, WANT TO BE IN A RELATIONSHIP NOW. Why? Starbucks is beginning to be really, really cold. [Solid!]

Dermatographic Poetry

Twirl and submit to the demand of a greater force.
Bend for me my precious peel.
How could you conceal something so bright?

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Are you the fly who intently looked at me?
Why leave after i noticed you?
Why fly when i wanna fly with you?
Come back...

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these pseudo-poems were written while i was battlin' with the urge to completely drift through Neverland while desperately tryin to listen to a lecture on Puritans and Pilgrims in Philo of Law...

God's Divine Plans...

At a fund raising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled
children, the father of one of the school's students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all that attended.

After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question.

"Everything God does is done with perfection. Yet, my son Shay cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is God's plan reflected in my son?"

The audience was stilled by the query. The father continued.

"I believe," the father answered, "that when God brings a child like Shay into the world, an opportunity to realize the Divine Plan presents itself and it comes in the way people treat that child."

Then, he told the following story:

Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, "Do you think they will let me play?"

Shay's father knew that the boys would not want him on their team. But the father understood that if his son were allowed to play it would give him much-needed sense of belonging. Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance from his teammates. Getting none, he took matters into his own hands and said,

"We are losing by six runs, and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him up to bat in the ninth inning."

In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. At the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the outfield. Although no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential
winning run was on base. Shay was scheduled to be the next at-bat. Would the team actually let Shay bat at this juncture and give away their chance to win the game?

Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.

However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher moved a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least be able to make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.

The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly toward Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball to the pitcher. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could easily have thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have ended the game. Instead, the pitcher took the ball and threw it on a high arc to right field, far beyond reach of the first baseman.

Everyone started yelling, "Shay, run to first, run to first."

Never in his life had Shay ever made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled. Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!"

By the time Shay was rounding first base, the right fielder had the ball. He could have thrown the ball to the second baseman for a tag. But the right fielder understood what the pitcher's intentions had been, so he threw the ball high and far over the third baseman's head. Shay ran towards second base as the runners ahead of him deliriously circled the bases towards home. As Shay reached second base, the opposing shortstop ran to him, turned him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "run to third!"

As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams were screaming, "Shay, Run home!" Shay ran home, stepped on home plate and was cheered as the hero for hitting a "grand slam" and winning the game for his team.

"That day," said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, "the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of the Divine Plan into this world."

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A Pesonal Commentary:

I received this email today and i just couldnt help but pass the message of how perfect God's plans and creations are. Yeah, we sure experience a lot of ups and downs but if we just LET GO and LET GOD then things'll turn out more than fine in the long run.

There will be times when we feel so incomplete, so inadequate, so lost but it's all a part of the game. When we feel like there's nothing we can do, we must also start rejoicing, for it is in these times when we are most likely to experience how God works. Love moves in mysterious ways because love comes from God.

the Nyeh! Conversations

posted by Anna Banana
edited by: Jersee

(Starbucks the loft rockwell)
Jersee: someone sent me a message in friendster, friend ni A.
Anime: ano sabi?
Jersee: Ayun, sabi nya, he would have to kick himself if he didnt send me a message. tapos, shempre, i replied. tapos, ayun, parang you've got mail ang dramahan namin.
Anna Banana: Gwapo ba naman? anong hitsura?
Jersee: uhm, hindi ko alam eh.. kasi yung picture nya, biceps ang nakapost.
mamba: bakit biceps?
Jersee: hindi ko rin alam eh... pero maganda ang biceps nya. ayuuuun, kaya pala i keep on replying sa mga messages nya. ngayon, na pinpoint ko na.
Anna Banana: eh, baka naman mamya, kasing payat ni ___ yan.
Jersee: feeling ko nga hindi sya yun eh. biruin mo, kung attractive sha, eh di sana picture ng mukha nya ang nakapost.
Anime: oo nga. kung gwapo yun, di sana pinakita nya talaga ang mukha nya..
Anna Banana: eh bakit tayo? puro mukha naten ang nakalagay sa friendster naten. Ganun ba tayo ka attractive?
Jersee: Ah. dalawa lang yan eh. kung proud kang ipakita ang mukha mo sa friendster mo, it's either sobrang attractive ka, or nasobrahan ka lang sa confidence. yung sa atin, confidence yun.
Anna Banana: oo nga noh.
Tubby: aaah, so yun pala yun. dahil sa biceps...

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(Gram's diner, rockwell while eating)

mamba: (reads her text message) Aba, may fire drill pala sa office bukas. Bakit di ko alam?
tubby: bakit? di ba hindi naman dapat malaman yun?
mamba: bakit alam nung officemate ko?
Anna Banana: eh, ano naman ngayon kung may fire drill?
Tubby: bakit magdadala ka na naman ng tent?
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Mga bagong katawagan sa barkada:
Jersee: resident fashionista
Anna Banana: resident contradiction
Mamba: resident girl scout
Queer: resident bum (hindi na ngayon! congrats for being part of the laborforce! libre libre!)
Anime: (after a loooooooong period of thinking) resident of makati taguig!
Flamethrower: resident evil [un talaga ang premise kung bakit kelangan Resident e,, to fit her title. haha]
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Ang Pagtitipon ng mga Residente.

with Miss Resident Contradiction... [the guy behind us? Au? hehe]

with Mr. Resident and Miss Resident _____ (dancer?) uhmm, i forgot. Kill me now Abs.

The Residents...


im missing Resident Gay (who finally got his BPI--job) and Resident Evil (who is apparantly lovestruck, thank God.)

YOU'VE GOT MAIL!

A GOOD CONVERSATION

hi, how are you eunice.. i had to drop you a message, i figured, if i didnt, i would eventually kick myself and ask whether you would've responded to my message.. so here it is.. ah friendster, on one hand, i think if friendster didnt exist id go up to you at a coffeeshop or even at a bar and say hi, get to know your name, and even get a decent conversation going.. but here we are, me doing all the talking, im going to shut up now, since you'll probably see my profile, i'll leave it at that..(trust me) im not such a prick after 5mins.. anyway, eunice, if your looking for a good conversation, write back, i would love to hear from you and get to know you..

cheers
j.

GOOD CONVERSATION? J'adore!

first of all, thanks for making me smile. ive been going through a really stressful week and yeah, a message from a stranger who wants to actually "converse" is one of the things that'll make me uhmm, my mind off lawschool. i must admit that the "if i didnt, i would eventually kick myself" line is a li'l too cheesy for me, it's both good and bad but it leans more to the "bad side" haha. i doubt that you'll dare approach and talk to me in a coffeeshop, i can be a li'l too intimidating and bitchy especially while battling with my thirst for solitude. i dunno how i can actually deduce the prick part in your profile, except for the neverending litany about your bein into women, (which i dont mind coz if you're into men then i might have to rethink of how i look in my profile, haha) your bein a prick wasnt in a way evident. conversations are great, so i wont say no if that's what ur askin of me. i must warn you though that u might have no idea of what you're gettin into. =P my "hollaback" msg's a li'l too long now, so if i may quote you "im going to shut up now".

til next time. ciao!~

RE: Good Conversation? Ja'dore

hey eunice, youre very welcome for letting me put that beautiful smile on your face..ooo so damn cheezy, but hey, thanx for hollering back kid!! well, what can i say, i checked your profile again, and this is what i got to say..Ed, i cant believe you watch ed, i use to watch ED, all the time, they eventually canceled the show, but it was such a feel good tv show, plus, who the hell in the right mind is an attorney at law, that practices in a bowling alley? but i loved, absolutely loved it..so now i've got to ask you in return, are you in the right mind to actually write back to me, you dont know what youre getting into!!haha..so you speak a lil french, well, let me bust a few lines, on the other hand, if i did you'd probably slap me so let me just shut up and wait for a reply..

au revoir
j.

IRONY

beautiful smile? oh come on, not another "line".=) Ed, i love its irony, i think life's one big irony anyway. yeah i do know what im gettin into, conversations right? hmm, french? nah, i just know a few "useful" lines. i can feel that uv been tryin to test if i mind your bein a self-confessed prick, well.. i do and i dont. for as long as u
wont ask me to have sex with you then we're ok. sorry if im too direct, i just wanna make sure that we both know what we're getting and not gettin into. that kiddo thing, i love .. u sound so Mr. Big in Sex and the City... it just helps that im soo into Carrie Bradshaw. haha.

hafta do some readin so im shuttin up too. btw, if u wanna get to know me more, u can always visit my blog.. http://eunicemonsod.blogspot.com ... and
leave a line or two in my shoutbox. i dunno, u might learn a lot of things about me there, u still have time to save yourself from the distraction that is Eunice. haha.
Ciao!

ONE MIND

hola seniorita..
you know its strange, actually, its cheezy, so i aint going to write it down.. but you know what i wanted to say before a thought passed my beautiful mind, is that, we've typed over 4000 characters, which means, i only know probably 4000 things about you through your tone of voice, the words you use, what you think, etc... i know, how weird i can get... well its gets even weirder, i love the fact that your direct, cuz im pretty straightforward as well.. first, the sex part, o my god, if i couldve messaged your earlier so i would've gotten a response sooner i wouldve..from my standpoint, im a guy, i would be lying to you if i told you that i emailed you strictly because i felt like typing, no dick, no sausage, no guy, however nice he maybe writes to a girl he doesnt know and not think about the 3 letter word.. but at the same time, i think your cool, and if i pushed the issue of sex, i would potentially lose a penpal who would give me an orgasmic conversation.. that does sound odd, but thats they way the message has been going...haha...anyway, i hope you had a wondeful weekend, and yes, if your still thinking what im thinking, lets not think about it..because we both know that youre here for the conversation, and im here to stick with the conversation as long as i can:)

salut
j.

4000 Characters and counting...

now we're talkin. literally. haha. i think it's always a good thing to start something on a clear note, i hate bein in the middle of things i dont wanna be in the middle of.. and im impressed bout the 4000 characters part, it's uhmm, a new way to say that we've been wasting soo much time writing these letters =p .. but seriously, i didnt ever doubt the "intent" to take things to the next level, just like what you said... guys are just all too predictable.. but it's all good i dont take it against u, thanks for bein honest coz if u said u didnt wanna have sex w/ me then il be hurt for your not findin me attractive or i wont believe u and il forever doubt ur intention. just kiddin. with respect to orgasmic conversations i'll pair that up with emotional nudity.. whatta combi huh? ;) so lemme ask u, what made u send me that first letter? just thought il ask. im sorry if i wanna indulge in the "gettin to know u" part coz i usually like knowin what the people i meet do and how they try to survive this oh-so-dramatic and ironic life. What are your idiosyncrasies? it's always easier to remember things that are obviously more interesting.

as always, my time for relaxation's totally limited. hafta go back to reading criminal liabilities, intent, motive and other stories that the revised penal code has to offer.

au revoir.

back to the FIRST LETTER.

ooo it was such a long time ago, 1 week would you say?..so back to the first letter, the first 1000 characters,the pathetic line to get your attention, im not doing to shabby considering the fact were almost reaching the 8000 character mark.. im trying to get your number, (yes) i said it, by the time i reach the 10,000 character mark.. so back to the question, why did i ever write to you to begin with.. like i said in the previous letter, to me, its not about the 3 letter word, if it happens, it happens, and if doesn't, it doesn't bother me at all simply because you cant force attraction.. no matter how characters i write, or how many responses you have, it comes down to comfort level.. so yes, im comfortable with telling you all these things perhaps cuz your a stranger, a person on the other end of a computer screen typing to me.. on the other hand, of course there is that hope, that one day, you'll need to destress yourself and i'll be there to pick you up and play a little game called boy meets girl.. (i know its sounds so cheezy, even erotic) but its not, cuz the issue is being in a comfortable level with another.. so that brings me to the 2nd part of this letter, of course there was an attraction, no guy wastes his time at this age to meet more friends that are girls, well that is a possibility between us since from the look of things, our conversatons could be just as stimulating than the physical aspects of the three letter word.. ok i got to go, have to eat lunch before work starts...

ciao,
j.

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Status Messages

Allan: Revenge is a meal best-served cold (from Killbill)-- what's wrong with Revenge served hot? I want my Caramel Macchiato hot.

Dre: My passion has never been photography in itself...but for the possibility - through forgettin yourself - of recording in a fraction of second the emotion of the subject.
-- beautifully-woven words. Makes me think of the abandonment of one's self.. the idea is liberating. to capture that one moment; the display of a miracle that is life and the complexities that come with it.

Yhanie:I need a boyfriend.
-- hear! hear! i second the motion.

Niej: As gold is tested by fire, so are worthy men in the crucible of humiliation.
-- this for me is the best of the YM messages tonight. It embodies my life in lawschool.

This afternoon, i wasnt able to answer completely my Persons prof's question and i felt really humiliated that i wanted to cry. THe thought that first came to my mind was that i didnt sleep for nothin. My prof thinks im a bimbo. But i figured that, "hey, everybody gets humiliated in law school. the worst thing that i can do is to wallow in pity for a single time that i felt like everything i prepared for was to no avail." If im gonna give up now, then it just reaffirms my weakness. I refuse to give in to my own belittling of my abilities. I have to fix my personal battles fast, i cant lose grip now.