The Wiz Show [A Schizo Law Stude's Contemplation]

Join the Wiz Show...
"Sure."
It's not a show if you're not acting.
Does it have to be entertaining?

Join the Wiz Show...
"Sure?"
Why exactly are you blinking?
Are you contemplating on crying?

Join the Wiz Show...
"Sure!"
What hinders you from just watching?
It's a Wiz show, dont stop thinking.

Join the Wiz Show.
"Sure..."
It's the Wiz Show, are you joining?
It's just starting, are you quitting?

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inspired by the publicity material posted in our room.

I Cannot believe i wrote this...

I dunno if i'm looking for love, im not even sure if i know what love really has in store for a romantic cynic like me. I love conversations and the first thing that will make me interested is intellectual orgasm. A lot of my friends see me as the "life of the party" so i would wanna find someone who can actually make me shut up and just gaze at him in an agonizingly sweet surrender. I'm not the sweetest person in the world but when i want to, i can do a lot of really surprising stuff, we need to be able to complement each other. I need someone who knows what he wants, is willing to debate with me but at the same time can handle my out of this world opinions. He should be confident and in touch with his spirituality. He should be able to make me laugh and forget my inhibitions.

My Stand While Sitting Down...

(another piece written during my Philo “Kapihan sa 309” Class)

A lot of people’ll agree with me when I say that for the past weeks, my life revolved around law school. It’s saddening on my part to come into a realization that up until now, I have yet to come up with an entry regarding my stand on the multifarious issues that our country is currently trying (desperately if I may add) to face. One good thing about my staying in Starbucks every night is that I am able to converse, argue, debate and laugh with a lot of very opinionated people. In a way, I continued to learn and to understand the different sides and even depth of the issues or should I say, controversies.

Since this is my blog, let me indulge a little by looking back at what for me triggered all these. I believe it all started in EDSA 2. It is given that for a lot of people (even for me) EDSA 2 was a demonstration of the victory of the people. It was a culmination of a long standing doubt pointed at the incompetence of a “bearded” President (“wag jan, may kiliti ako jan..”). But I think, what a lot of us forgot to take into consideration was the losing of that “MAGIC” that was once EDSA Revolution. It was the initiation of this whole mockery of the democracy that we have long abused.

By putting GMA to office through an extra-constitutional means, we have also invited the establishment of a shaky mandate of the President. The elections came and after the SMOG (smoke’s too cliché) has been cleared, the LITTLE PRINCESS was announced by both COMELEC and NAMFREL as the new president. The next thing was inevitable, she was accused of having cheated. It is in our nature to doubt, so we assumed that she cheated. Let me stretch this by saying that I am certain of the fact that if FPJ or Ping or Eddie Gil (… puking) won, they would eventually find pieces of evidence that whoever won cheated. Tradisyon eh.

What am I driving at? I think it’s but appropriate to quote Ping Lacson when he announced his acceptance of the success of GMA, let me paraphrase it because I’m only writing it according to my recollection, “Assuming that someone cheated, the candidates who failed to protect the votes entrusted to them by those who believe in them doesn’t even for a second deserve the votes of those who believed in them." It’s but pertinent to point out that I am definitely not PRO-cheating, but life is unfair in itself, and if our own apathy or tolerance brought us GLORIA in a rusty platter, then we have to stand by what the consequences of our actions are, that’s what we deserve. Granted that she cheated, does this mean we have to be stuck in this pseudo reality? I DON’T THINK SO.

When the GLORIAGATE SCANDAL emerged without warning but also without anything new, our economy (which by the way was actually improving in its own microscopic way) is once again bombarded with hesitation and even fear on the part of the investors. The president for a time maintained her silence (which I thought was the right thing to do) until she came up with a “Maalaala Mo Kaya”-inspired statement charged with an obviously fake begging for sympathy aggravated by the choreographed tilting of head, teary-eyed routine. My family was laughing while watching her statement because it was an ill-decided scheme. If she was trying to assure the masses, I think it’s to no avail because they will not be swayed by a non-actress (pun intended). If she was trying to fool the middle and upper class, she should’ve guessed that we wouldn’t dig a Nora Aunor rendition of apology. If she was trying to assure the investors / the business community, she should’ve stuck with her usual firm, straight to the point, all business façade. It was a mistake on her part to come up with the “Drama, drama, drama…”

Meanwhile, the opposition is livelier than ever. They are persistent in questioning the validity of the government and prying into the littlest of loophole that they get their already owl-like eyes on. Under normal circumstances, it’s tolerable. But at present, the opposition, to my opinion, has been diminished to a power-hungry group of people whose only goal is to be on top again. I don’t blame them; it is now that they are actually seeing a teeny-weenie twinge of light at the end of a quite long, time-consuming, exhausting, spelunking-on-the-cave that is the Philippine political system.

I’m to my bones appalled at the rate things are going now. The call for forced resignation will only start another trend that I’m sure we will not be able to handle in the long run. If GMA resigns, will there be an assurance that Noli de Castro will not be called upon in the future to resign? We are all living in fear that the next president will not be good enough. I am one of those guilty of moving on because I don’t see anyone who can actually step up to lead this country. At this time, a significant number of people from the President’s side already resigned and withdrew their support for her. The scenarios are unfolding right before our eyes. I say we shouldn’t all be caught up in a supernova of emotions. We should once and for all try to THINK. 

Won’t it be more comforting for us to know that we have exhausted all means to find out if she did cheat? We cannot be ruled by our own emotions, we should be able to decide after the LEGAL PROCESSES, that were meant to resolve these kinds of disputes, are put into practice. After all, they aren’t called processes for nothing. One of my friends asked me, “ERAP wasn’t given the benefit of the doubt, we all were eager to let him resign.” That was a good point, but to say that he was totally deprived of these processes is absurd. We tried to give him the chance to prove his claim through impeachment proceedings but the senators on his side didn’t want whatever was in the envelope to be presented. Even Marcos was given the chance to redeem himself through the Snap Elections, but he decided to cheat again. Why not give GMA that option to redeem herself too?

This is my stand. Let us all follow what should be followed. If emotions and free-judgment will rule over the law, then it will only prove how disrespectful we are of the LAW that we, in the first place, created to protect us.

Announcement: "O NGAYON, PANO NA?"

O NGAYON, PANO NA?

Public Forum on the Current Political Crisis
8 July 2005, Friday, 1 - 4 pm
Pulungang Claro M. Recto, Bulwagang Rizal (Faculty Center)

SPEAKERS:

JOEY SALCEDA
Representative,3rd District,Albay

JOVITO SALONGA
CHairperson Emeritus, Kilosbayan

MATIAS DEFENSOR JR.
Representative,3rd District,Quezon City

Benjamin Tolosa Jr.
Chairperson, Pol Sci Dep't, Ateneo

GABRIEL CLAUDIO
Presidential Adviser on Political Affairs

Joel Rocamora
National President, Sanlakas


REACTORS:
Felipe Miranda
Ma. Serena Diokno
Marvic Leonen

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.