rules of engagement

Our lives are made up of rules.

Whether it is written or customarily observed; whether it is imposed by the society or the people around us or simply dictated by our personal choices; Or simply whether we like it or not;

Rules.

Oftentimes, rules make us feel trapped. They seem to limit our God given freedom since they appear to be parameters by which we are expected to act--thus we have to act accordingly. On the other hand, I would like to believe that rules are made to make life less complicated and chaotic.

Have you ever imagined life on the streets if there were no traffic rules that motorists and pedestrians follow? Our streets will be more packed than they usually are; accidents are more likely to happen which will be detrimental to both life and property. By following a set of rules, or simply abiding by the green, yellow and red colors that the traffic light shows, or by merely walking across the white stripes on the road, we can all have more safe and orderly journey. Or have you ever thought how life is if every person can just stick a knife against another person's body without any thought? Or every person will just nonchalantly take someone else's property without any reprimand for the violation of taking? Wouldn't that simply drive you haywire?

Even in an anarchical society, (which most believed to be a state of lawlessness and chaos) they have a sense of order or rule of "law" which is based on the presumption that every person has a knowledge of what is good and bad. This dictate of social conscience serves as the rule by which the State is ruled.

Rules are there to preserve order.
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On Saturday, I will have a recitation likened to a "revalida" for my Civil Procedure class. It'll cover Rules 1-71 of the Rules of Court. So, after I post this entry I will start digging my books and master my rules.

The knowledge of the Rules of Court is vital for every lawyer (and those aspiring to be one as well). Just like in any game, one must be proficient with the rules for him to play it well and win eventually.

I do hope I master my rules. Not only for Saturday's game but more like to serve it's real purpose when I become a lawyer.

an aspiring lawyer's day off

JPEPA, Lamy and Martini.

Three things all packed in a day out of school.

carlisle

"There will come a point in your life when you'll get tired of chasing everyone, trying to fix everything. It is not giving up. It's just a realization that you don't need all those you went after, because what you need are those who stood by you even if you never needed them."

17 September 2007

23:20

fireworks and fountains

two words.

keeping in touch

Many research have shown the importance of touch in the emotional health of a person. Touch is used to relieve pain, depression, and anxiety. That is why most new moms are encouraged to frequently touch their new borns. Touch is a basic necessity for human beings since this is the only means to get in touch with other human beings. Unfortunately, because of the indifference and lack of time to bond with others, we have less and less of this.

Now, there is a touching revolution--Hug Therapy.

Hugging is one of the intimate forms of touch. Most psychologists say that every person needs an average of four (4) hugs a day to survive, six (6) maintain emotional well-being, 21 for those who have emotional and mental problems (those who are neurotic).

According to Dolores Krieger, R.N., Ph.D., professor of nursing at New York University and expert in the field of touch therapy, when one person hugs or touches another, it actually invigorates the body by stimulating the level of hemoglobin which carries oxygen to tissues. When these tissues receive oxygen, they have a new energy that continues to rejuvenate the body.

Other research in the hugging field has shown that hugging helps lessen the chances of senility in people age 70+, increases liveliness, curiosity, problem-solving abilities and overall physical well-being, and substantially improves a newborn's developmental progress.

Isn't that amazing?

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TIME Magazine had chosen the best inventions for 2006 and one of the more fascinating inventions is the Hug Shirt. This touchy innovation is invented by Cute Circuit.

Hug Shirt is a high-tech garment that simulates the experience of being embraced by a loved one. When a friend sends you a virtual hug, your cell phone notifies the shirt wirelessly, via Bluetooth. The shirt then re-creates that person's distinctive cuddle, replicating his or her warmth, pressure, duration and even heartbeat. And, yes, the Hug Shirt is fully washable. (TIme Magazine)

I guess is this one proof that there is indeed a scarcity of touching among human beings. A clear attempt to meet the physical and emotional needs of the human person. Isn't it funny how we content ourselves with what is created in our heads, well in fact we can have the real thing?

Think about it?

the anti-graft court spoke

The Sandiganbayan through its Special Division already rendered its judgment.

The dispositive portion of the 300+ page decision reads:

WHEREFORE, in view of all the foregoing, judgment is hereby rendered in Criminal Case No. 26558 finding the accused, Former President Joseph Ejercito Estrada, GUILTY beyond reasonable doubt of the crime of PLUNDER defined in and penalized by Republic Act No. 7080, as amended. On the other hand, for failure of the prosecution to prove and establish their guilt beyond reasonable doubt, the Court finds the accused Jose “Jinggoy” Estrada and Atty. Edward S. Serapio NOT GUILTY of the crime of plunder, and accordingly, the Court hereby orders their ACQUITTAL.

The penalty imposable for the crime of plunder under Republic Act No. 7080, as amended by Republic Act No. 7659, is Reclusion Perpetua to Death. There being no aggravating or mitigating circumstances, however, the lesser penalty shall be applied in accordance with Article 63 of the Revised Penal Code. Accordingly, accused Former President Joseph Ejercito Estrada is hereby sentenced to suffer the penalty of Reclusion Perpetua and the accessory penalties of civil interdiction during the period of sentence and perpetual absolute disqualification.

The period within which accused Former President Joseph Ejercito Estrada has been under detention shall be credited to him in full as long as he agrees voluntarily in writing to abide by the same disciplinary rules imposed upon convicted prisoners.

Moreover, in accordance with Section 2 of Republic Act No. 7080, as amended by Republic Act No. 7659, the Court hereby declares the forfeiture in favor of the government of the following:

(1) The total amount of Five Hundred Forty Two Million Seven Hundred Ninety One Thousand Pesos (P545,291,000.00), with interest and income earned, inclusive of the amount of Two Hundred Million Pesos (P200,000,000.00), deposited in the name and account of the Erap Muslim Youth Foundation.

(2) The amount of One Hundred Eighty Nine Million Pesos (P189,000,000.00), inclusive of interests and income earned, deposited in the Jose Velarde account.

(3) The real property consisting of a house and lot dubbed as “Boracay Mansion” located at #100 11th Street, New Manila, Quezon City.

The cash bonds posted by accused Jose “Jinggoy” Estrada and Atty. Edward S. Serapio are hereby ordered cancelled and released to the said accused or their duly authorized representatives upon presentation of the original receipt evidencing payment thereof and subject to the usual accounting and auditing procedures. Likewise, the hold-departure orders issued against the said accused are hereby recalled and declared functus oficio.

SO ORDERED.

The defense counsels for the Former President are still conferring as to the remedy they wish to avail. As far as my limited knowledge in Criminal Procedure (which by the way I took under the instruction of the Hon. Justice Peralta), within 15 days, Former President Estrada can either file an Motion for Reconsideration to the Sandiganbayan or file a Petition for Certiorari directly to the Supreme Court. Failure to avail of any of these options and after the lapse of the reglementary period, the decision will become final and executory.

More than anything, I agree with the Special Prosecutor when he said that this isn't only a victory for the prosecution but also of the Rule of Law. At least, this is a clear evidence that our judicial system is working.

More on this on my next post. I need to run.

brotherhood

For weeks now, the death of a UP fourth year Public Adminitration student has been filling our news.

Chris Mendez was allegedly killed in an initiation by a prominent fraternity in the university he is in. According to most of his friends, he aspires to become a lawyer which is probably why he was urged to join the fraternity in prepartion for entering UP Law School. His death has however dragged the name of the fraternity and caused the hiding of almost all its incumbernt officers and resident members. Although, the police are now out to pin down those who are responsible for his death.

Chris' death stirred opinions as to the violation of the Anti-Hazing Law. Aggressive as they are, UP students have started lobbying that justice be served. The parents whose children also died through these violent exercise of brotherhood now surfaces one after the other, perhaps to extend concern and support. More importantly to reiterate their cries for vindication for the loss of a loved one.

On a personal point of view, my heart goes to them for a death offered for a cause I too cannot understand. Brotherhood (or sisterhood, as the case may be) is supposed to be for encouragement, support and mutual respect, and never, never for violence. They might have their "fraternal" reasons. I just shrug my shoulders. I just really cannot comprehend.

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Senator Miriam Defensor-Santiago said that she will author a bill on the abolition of the Greek letter societies. To quote she said, “As far as I’m concerned, from my experience in UP Diliman for four years in the College of Law, these fraternities do not aid the academic tradition of the University. They are nothing but elitist enclaves...I really cannot be convinced of the necessity of joining fraternities and sororities. What is the benefit that is derived by these young, promising, idealistic students from the provinces who look at a UP education as their last ray of hope for success in life…”

I personally do not like the lady senator. I do not like everything about her--her points of view, her manner of speaking, her fashion sense and what have you. I infer that her statement may come from a personal, bitter experience of isolation or "post graduate bullying". The truth is no law school is without a fraternity or sorority. In fact, these societies has produced most of our prominent officials in the government. Members take pride in the association. But last night, while watching her on the news and letting out a smug, I have to partly agree on her observation, that in as far as one's stay in law school is concern there is a little that these societies offer. We are all equals. C'mon we study the same law.

Maybe I am speaking from the perspective of an outsider. Or perhaps as they say, the benefit comes after you are out of the school and is working you ass out there.

Or maybe, there isn't really a problem as to these societies. I think it's healthy to have "brods" and "sises", your so-called friends in law school. We too are social beings. We need people to cry with, whine and wine with, laugh with. Law school isolates such from the world outside, and sometimes they are all we have. However, maybe the prominence and privilege of brotherhood and the accumulation of "power" exercised over those who want to join their circle may have just gone overboard.

Sad but true.

verdict

Verdict - unanimous finding or decision of a jury on one or more matters (as counts of an indictment or complaint) submitted to it in trial that ordinarily in civil actions is for the plaintiff or for the defendant and in criminal actions is guilty or not guilty

Judgment - 1. a formal decision or determination on a matter or case by a court; 2. declaration by a court of the conviction of a criminal defendant and the punishment to be imposed.

Tomorrow, 12 September 2007, the Sandiganbayan will promulgate its judgment on the 4.3-Billion plunder case of former President Joseph Estrada. After six years of tedious and politically distabilizing trial, we will finally hear from the Court.

Former President Estrada's plunder case is composed of four charges -- acceptance of P545 million in protection money from illegal gambling (“jueteng”), misappropriation of P130 million in tobacco excise taxes, collection of a P189.7-million commission from the sale of the shares of Belle Corp. (a real estate firm), and amassing and depositing P3,233,104,173.17 in a bank account under the name Jose Velarde. He likewise falsely declared his assets which was imperative for public officials.

Although, he refused to enter a plea as to his guilt, he repeatedly underscored his innocence in the course of trial.

For the first time in the history of the Philippines, a former president was deposed, subjected to a full course trial, and now awaits to be sentenced. For what the law deems his guilt is, we have yet to find out. Whether he will be left to be unscathed by those collegiate justices or we'll wait until this thing drag itself to the Supreme Court, we will only be counting hours. My appeal is that the scale of justice, once and for all, be tipped to where justice will be equitably served. The position of these three justices are crucial. The Sandiganbayan's decision requires a unanimous vote of all three justices. I look highly on you and I appeal: Spell the difference.

Tomorrow, we will make history. Tomorrow, the Philippines will be changed. Whether it will spark massive upheaval or Filipinos will continue on turning a cold shoulder, we cannot change the fact that our government and society is faced with a new challenge to grow as a nation.

photos courtesy of www.philnews.com and www.abscbn.com

prophecy

This morning Mom and I had a peculiar conversation over breakfast.

"Gusto mo ba maging Justice?", she suddenly asked from out of nowhere.

"Oo." My answer was quick, plain and sure.

"Akala ko ba gusto mo magpratice ng immigration law?"

"Onga. Gagawin ko yung bago ako maging Justice. Syempre Ma, di ka naman agad-agad pwedeng maging Justice."

Then, I started explaining to her the requisites of becoming a Justice under the Constitution highlighting on years of practice and minimum age. Of course that was done in the most layman way possible. My mom is a simple citizen of this Country who like others would start nauseating the moment she hears technical terms such as res judicata, certiorari or habeas corpus.

If and when I become a lawyer, I would be the first in both my mom and dad's immediate family. Well, I've heard we have distant relatives who are lawyers and judges in the provinces. But of course, I do not know them. I think I have met them only once as to date. Other than my personal desire to fulfill my dream, our conversation reminded me that there are actually two clans watching and waiting for the time I take my turn to cross the Bar and become an agent of justice. Pressure? A bit. More of pleasure.ü

On one hand, I have always believed in the power of Parent's Prayers for their children. Mary did it for Jesus, Rebekkah did it for Jacob and Jacob for Joseph. They dreamt that their children be safe, be under God's guidance and care. And God did not fail them. He actually gave more than what one could expect.

I also believe in the blessing of parents to children. Isaac exhibited it to Jacob (although we know that how Jacob deceived his father to get the blessing that is actually for his older brother, Esau.) My point here is, parents' blessings are physical and outward manifestations of God's favor on their children and their endeavors.

My conversation with Mama this morning was a prophecy and a blessing, so I would like to believe. More so, it is simply an assurance that she too is praying that I become great and excel in what I do. Perhaps, she knows deep in her heart I have the skills to do it and God is faithful enough to meet me in case I fall short.

As I write this, my heart is warm, my chest is tightening. Especially knowing that once, she did not fully supported my pursuit for a degree in law. Hopefully, someday when what we have talked about becomes reality, she would still be here on earth savoring the joy of it with me.ü
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What is funny is that yesterday, I was piecing together in my thoughts my long term goals for my legal career. Then, this conversation. Is that coincidence? I don't think so. How will I get there? I am not exactly sure. But I will get there.

God will surely show the way.

sunscreen

I encountered this song a long, long time ago. At first I thought it was merely an article of some sort until I found the song. Some grains of truth. Pieces of advice do have to pick up to remind ourselves. Click on the link to listen to the song.

Everybody is Free (to wear sunscreen) Baz Luhrman

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of '97... wear sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be IT.

The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.

I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.

You are NOT as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts, don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't, maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't, maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance. Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents, you never know when they'll be gone for good.

Be nice to your siblings; they are your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

ive in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

from William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet music from the House of Iona, Something For Everybody

reflections of a bar ops volunteer

The Bar Examinations for 2007 started yesterday. This means that the schools and people supporting are up and about the Bar Operations.

I signed in as volunteer for the Bar Operations (Hotel Ops specifically) for the Arellano Barristers. But before my shift, I did my personal bar ops for my former classmates from UST. After my Civil Procedure class, Carlisle and I hitched a ride with Froi and off we went to Manila Hotel where they were housed.

Grabe! Maaaliw ka sa kanilang lahat. Iba-iba ang coping mechanisms ng mga tao para sa tensyon nila for the first day ng bar. Well, shempre first eve yun so nde pa din talaga nila alam ano ang ieexpect sa La Salle. Si Rem, wala... petiks na. Ready na ata e. Mindset lang din tlaga yan e. Si Ernest, Hala! Sige aral pa din. Security blanket siguro. Si Ohme, nagbabasa pero nirereklamo nila na ang tagal magbasa. I guess, dina-digest nya mabuti. Si Pantas, cool lang...pero basa pa din. Si Peds, petiks din. Tutulog daw sya ng maaga. Tama naman. Mahirap ang puyat pagnag-eexam. Si Aira, nakikipagdiscuss sa mga kapatid nya. Hindi ko nakita si TL nung gabing yun.

For a law student, Bar Examinations is the culmination of your years of toil. This will define your life...so, better make it good. Give the best of all you have.

I realized that, again, it is all about preparation. Physical, psychological, emotional and most importantly, mental. The exams need answers. It's about inner drive, although encouragement from people close to you are important as well. School support is very crucial too. This one I've seen with the spectacular Bar Operations of AUSL. Although, this year's Bar Examinations Chairperson did not allow the loud music that has become a tradition. According to her, Bar Exams shouldn't be a fanfare but a solemn ceremony instead. O well... But I liked it better the traditional way.ü

I could have been a barister for this year's Bar Examination, but I have to admit I am not yet prepared. I'll have my turn in 2010.ü As I ushered them to the La Salle premises, I felt a pinch inside but most importantly, I felt pride that my friends made it. And they will definitely make it over the Bar.

Sa mga, Barista...Kaya nyo yan! Andito lang kami nagdarasal para sa inyo.

lager night

It's my first time to attend Lager Night. It is a regular event in AUSL where there is bottomless booze and lots of partying. (Btw, this is sponsored by the school and the AUSL SC.) As the Dean of Admissions would always say: "Law school is hard as it is, why would we make it harder? It is supposed to be FUN." In AUSL, yes, law school is fun.ü

Tonight's party is also the send-off for the 2007 AUSL Barristers. Cheers to you guys! You can make it!ü (It's a post midterms parteh too!)

Here are some of the shots I got from my phone. (Tsk. I should have brought a camera!ü Maybe next time.)

From left to right; top row: Juris with her friend; AUSL peeps drinking their hearts out; that's me with a glass of draft; mid row: with Andrea (IPL classmate); with Liz; with Greysh; bottom row: UST peeps (kaye, liz,greysh, me and froi); marshall shirt for the bar ops + beer; juris, froi, greysh, kaye and liz

We study hard...and we party hard!ü

25

I just turned 25.

My birthday wasn't extravagant nor fabulous, but it was definitely happy. Let me share with you the highlights.

1) Barley treated me out for dinner on Tuesday night to anticipate for 12 midnight. He waited for me until after my class. So, basically what we had was a "late dinner" already at 10pm. It was a very fun meal. Sobra tawa kami ng tawa kasi check ng check si Bar ng relo nya. Mas excited pa sa akin sa birthday ko.ü Thanks, Bar! That was the sweetest.ü What I loved most is the Grey's Anatomy Season 3 DVD. I was right not to buy one for myself. Hehe!

2) At midnight when we were already having some beer, text messages and phone calls started flooding in. For all those who greeted...THANKS SO MUCH. Thanks for staying up late. And for the law students (who are expected to be awake by that time) thanks for greeting. I really, really appreciate it. Kiwi, thanks for the call.ü (Mirror, sobrang thank you for letting these people know.ü)

3) In the morning, I woke up with my mom in the kitchen preparing my favorite foods. I love birthdays. I asked for chocolate cake for dinner, though.

4) Wena and I spoke on the phone for more than an hour. Hahaha!ü

5) I had lunch with Gen and Zeny at Beanhoppers. And they gave me a slice of chocolate cake. (Ang aga ng chocolate cake ko.ü) We missed Kath, again. :c But I really, really feel loved. Thanks for missing class..Hehe! You are so sweet, sisters.

6) I met up with Juris at the lib before class.. It so nice to see my mirror on the day of my birthday.

7) I heard mass at San Isidro Chapel at around 630. My birthday falls on the commemoration of the Beheading of Saint John the Baptist and I always complain why the Gospel does not change. It was only that night that I realized it's importance in my life. I prayed for a good life. I knew I'm gonna get it. I walked back to school with Dean Lazo.

8) I got myself an AUSL jacket. Nice.ü

9) Upon arriving home, I had dinner with my siblings. It was all fun and laughter. I realized how my siblings have grown up too. Mom isn't feeling well so she can't wait for me anymore. I just have to let her sleep.

10) I got a message from a friend from Canada. I was set into tears. Love you, padre!ü

So, that was it. I was actually thinking of a more fab entry. Nah, what is important is that my birthday was a happy one. I enjoyed it and most importantly I felt so loved.ü

recess

Recess - noun, a break in a trial or other court proceedings or a legislative session until a certain date and time. Recess is not to be confused with "adjournment," which winds up the proceedings.

Finally, the week long battle is over. My midterm exams ended today. Whew! Yes, it was a tiring week but it was exciting and fun. :D

Just a recap of the week that was:

Monday - This is supposed to be a holiday but we pursued on our Labor Relations exam. Umn. fairly ok.

Tuesday - Public International Law. Please read related blog.

Wednesday - International Trade Law class. Who ever imagined that in the middle of the midterm week we'll hold classes? O well... After class, Juris, Bar and I went to Starbucks Valero. Spent the night over and studied for Torts. Bar left at around 1 am. Juris and I stayed till almost six the following morning. We had Kiwi on phone patch for review. :D

Thursday - I crammed in memorizing Civil Code provisions. Wala naman lumabas. Hahaha! Torts and Damages exam consists of 5 questions, 20 points each.

Friday - The twin exam day--Ethics and Intellectual Property Rights. Good thing I memorized the lawyer's oath. 10 points guaranteed. Hehe! Towards the end of the day... my brain batt is getting drained. My IPL exam was a @&$*!?#@%. Water under the bridge.

Saturday - Finally, Civil Procedure. Tricky exam. I read the 8-item questionnaire over and over for more than 30 minutes and keep on figuring answers. I hope my remedies are correct. ;P

I refrained from post-game analysis huddles after every exam. I do not want to depress myself. Hehe!

After today's exam, Carlisle and I went to a mall. Ate and chatted for four long hours. Isn't that nice? Am having new friends. Hahaha! Rod picked me up at around 8.30. We had coffee and a slice of cake. Interestingly, the name of the cake is: In Between Seasons.

I have two days to rest from reading. I have two nights of complete sleep.

The training resumes next week. :D

today's morning prayer

Dear Lord,

Please grant me wisdom. Let her not depart me.

Let her envelope me that she may guide me to where I can find pure joy.

Let her be my light in times of confusion and

let her be my fortress in time of weakness.

Amen

right against self-incrimination, reserved

Disclaimer: This photo is a taken from a grafitti on a wall from starbucks valero. The message does not pertain to anything about the author or does not relate to anything in her life. It was merely a product of twistedness in the desire to be awake at the grim hours of the morning.

On a legal note: The right against self-incrimination cannot be invoked prior to questioning.It cannot be reserved nor be invoked on as a blanket of right. It is properly invoked upon question and before refusing to answer. The title is merely used for creativity.

right of existence and self-defense

Agression is the use of armed force by a State against the sovereignty, territorial integrity and political indepence of another State, or in any other manner inconsistent with the Charter of the United Nations, as set out in this definitions (U.N. General Assembly; 14 December 1974)

Every State has the inherent right to preserve and defend its existence by the use of forcible measure in the face of a necessity instant, overwhelming and leaving no choice of means and no moment of deliberation (Public International Law, Justice Isagani Cruz). In layman's language, a State is authorized to use force to combat an immediate force applied against it by another state.

If I were a state, I did not use my right. If it was a real war, my existence has ended. Hopefully not, though.

Last night, I had my exam in Public International Law. It was completely and insanely objective. Well, no point ranting about, but it was my first time EVER to meet an exam as objective and trivial as that in law school. Law school exams normally involves analysis and reasoning. I answered the 20-item exam, weighing five points each, with the best that my brain can sustain me and I passed the paper. :c I felt my professor's hostility. I walked out. It wasn't one of my brave moments of combating "agression". I just thought it wasn't gonna be a good fight after all. I didn't even tried to fight back with greater force to the horror of my extinction.

I am interested with International Law. So interested that I even want to become an envoy of the Philippines to different countries abroad. But I have to admit, I am really having a hard time coping with my professor's style of teaching. I was confiding this to one lawyer and all he did was stare at me. In his words: "Neng, psychological lang yan. Don't make excuses". Maybe he's right. At a certain degree, I am indimidated by one brilliant legal mind. Which by the truth is: I am a fan. :D

Starting today, I declare my love for International Law.

As I was nursing my battle wounds last night, two new friends were there: Bar and Juris, thanks. :D

i want to go to bora!

I have never been to Boracay. At my age and with my travelling feet, it may be a surprise. But yeah, I've never laid my back on its white sand or had ever played with its clear waters. I haven't experienced its night life (which according to most is fantastic. O well, as if I care. I don!'t enjoy loud music anyway).

My sole point here is: I want to go to Boracay.

photos courtesy of http://www.boracayisland.org/

Haay. Am tired. Maybe I just want to get away.

her sweet escape

The midterm hibernation coupled with the overcast skies and non-stop rain pulled her down. She was gloomy and no matter how much she'd want to hit her books, he just can't. Nothing sticks in her head anyway. This is not working right. She's already wasted hours to frustration.

As soon as darkness bit. she slipped into her jeans, put on the first shirt she got her hand to, donned her back with her knitted green jacket and off she went to the nearest cinema from her place. "This might do the trick.", she thought.

With paintless face, hair pulled back and thick spectacles, she checked the schedule. The movie had started. Four minutes past. It's fine with her. She bought herself a billet, walked into the dark room and found herself a seat for one. She chose a story about marriage, betrayal and reparation of wrong deeds. She cried. And she cried some more. It was good for her, at least the tension was out.

As the credits roll, she was beaming. She stayed a bit longer before walking out just so not to get cramped by the other moviegoers. As the lights hit her, she realized she was still smiling. "Hurrah! Am better now. I'll see my books in a bit.", she said to herself.

Before going home, she got herself some treats--two packs of her favorite chocolate candies, a bottle of creamer for coffee and a can of her favorite beer. Good stuff before hell week.

I think she's ready now.

highs and lows

If you have seen the film "The Story of Us" starring Bruce Willis and Michelle Pfieffer, my entry title will ring a bell. It is a game played by the couple (with their kids) at the end of each day, inquiring on their happiest moment(high) and the saddest events (low) during the day.

I particularly loved it because it is a fun way of cultivating intimacy in a relationship (in their case, their marriage and their family life). It basically sums the most important events for a person's life at least for that particular day. I saw the film back in early 2000 on VCD with my prayer partner Wena during one of our movie-marathons. And I remembered us playing that for quite a time, deliberately mentioning "HIGH" and "LOW". We've evolved. We no longer say those words. We just share stuffs spontaneously.

This afternoon I was finishing one of my midterms requirements for Labor Law with my friend Gen who was then studying for her Pedia Exam. In between our "autistic" moments, we in passingly chit-chatted about how we wanted our relationships with our future boyfriends (and later husbands) would be. Friendship. And I was reminded of HIghs and Lows.

For the sake of the post title, here's my high(s) and low for the day:

HIGH: Laughing non-stop for roughly 10 minutes as Gen recounts one of her "slipping" moments; Finishing my IRR just in time.

LOW: Remembering one of my pressing concerns. Good heavens, have mercy please.

**This entry is not one of my usual clear and concise posts. Quite evasive. Am not quite sure what my point is. I just want to share I remembered Highs and Lows (and all the stuff that goes with it that I do not want to share).

Bar Examinations 2007

The Bar Examinations is the first hurdle an aspiring lawyer must overcome to enter the Legal Profession. One must show competence in the knowledge of the law, and in what way will the Honorable Justices know this but through a grueling examination.

2007 Bar Examinations is coming in a few weeks. It will run through the four Sundays of September. The examinees will take two exams for each day, one in the morning and the second in the afternoon. This will cover eight subjects namely: Political Law and International Law, Labor Law, Civil Law, Taxation, Commercial Law, Criminal Law, Remedial Law, and Legal Ethics and Practical Exercises.

I have always looked forward to the Bar Exams and have wholeheartedly supported my seniors as they took it. I used to volunteer for the Bar Operations in my previous school. Well, plainly, it is helping them make their lives easier so as to lessen the pressure of taking an exam that would spell their future. They need all the support they can get in crucial moments as this. Also, it is some sort of juju that the good deed will come back when your time to take the Bar comes.

This coming Bar Examination is particularly special for me. Most of my batch mates during my first year in law school are now up for the challenge. These are the people I was with when we were all struggling in the dark to learn the ins and outs of law school. They are the ones whom I was with during sleepless reading marathons. We have dreamt to take the bar and later take the oath altogether. We even thought of signing our names next to each other in the Roll of Attorneys.

Yes, there is some pang of “regret” for not taking the Bar as I chartered it. But on second thought, I am fine. God has better plans. I realized it’s not how fast you get there, but how much you are actually prepared to take the Bar and later become a lawyer. It’s basically about preparation. I think my experiences in and out of law school have shaped me to be more apt to do my job well someday. Although, I should say there is still a long way to go. (In fact, I still have midterms exams to ace next week.)

To the Bar Examinees of 2007, all the best wishes. May the force be with you.

I’ll see you in court.

photo shoot

Am here to brag.

Jon took some pictures of me during the debut party of our twin cousins Tin and Trisha. The pictures were fantastic--taken like a pro! With little lighting (we only used the par lights in the garden and that of the balcony), he was able to get good shots of me. Posing for the cam is a welcome break for the midterms prep. Here are some of the photos:





You now convinced my brother has perspective?

self-talk

Fortes Fortuna Adiuvat. Remember the first time you read that maxim? Remember that smile on your face when you learned that such old Latin maxim literally means fortune favours the brave. Now, isn't that true enough?

Yes, that was coward. Yes, you allowed being unpopular eat you and let another opportunity pass you by. And yes, that was indeed stupid. 'Nuff for the self-blame. Regret all you want, sorely but it's all water under the bridge. Guess, you just have to learn to have more of that go-get-it attitude. Lesson learned: Never base your decisions on what other people would think or say, especially if the choice you're going to take is one which is important for YOU. Queber? You worked for it, and you deserve to fight for what you have toiled for. And you know you wanted it badly. It's not your fault that others are mediocre.

Don't Settle. Speak up. Fight. Be brave.

Lest you'll miss all the chances, they aren't unlimited. That you fear.

money sense

For most people to talk about money is obscene. It is like Harry Potter’s Chamber of Secrets that no one else dares to even whisper about it, lest you die. It is like engaging in an immoral activity which will cost you your soul for hell.

I am having a different view now. I believe—after a lot of thought correction—that money is neutral. It is neither good nor evil. It only depends on how we use it and how it influences our lives. Most of us think that money is evil and the rich are crooks. I have to admit that in as much as I wanted to earn I had that subconscious belief lingering somewhere in my head. I agree with what would Bo Sanchez say, “Money may not be the most important thing but all other areas of life are affected by it.” If I use money to love others, then it is good. Therefore, money is good. I now break free.

I’m a goal driven person. I only turning 25 and I am hoping to be financially stable before I actually settle down for family life. I want to provide myself with a nest either a house or a condo unit, drive my own car, own a business or two and have a hefty sum of money in the bank and other vehicles of investments.

I want this because fear the day that my future family will have to pull ends just to survive on a daily basis. Please do not mistake me for being materialistic. I just want to be financially independent with more than enough to share to others. I want quality of life because I believe I deserve it.

I dare now speak about money because I realize that I need the skills to handle it well. I dare now ask people who now about it so in time, I will be able to command money and maximize it to meet my needs and those of the people I love. I dare now explore how it works because I do not want to be ignorant and suffer the consequence of it. Worse, let my love ones suffer with me.

I have my own share of stories as regards handling finances. I failed a lot of times and I am still struggling to learn more. I am still a kindergarten in the University of Money, but I now stand in front of my school clutching my lunch box and ready to meet my teachers.

This is the beginning.

some sort of reunion

Last Saturday, Wena, Dang, Donnie, Nina and I were in Araneta for Don Moen's concert. It was fun listening to songs which practically ushered us in our faith journey. Kuya H and Tita Norma didn't make it though. It felt nice worshiping with the same people who were there at the start of it all. It was a night of faith: "God's answers to your prayers are on its way". Yey!

We capped the night with some chit chat over nachos with five layer dip and smothered french fries in Butter Diner. I loved it there. The ambience is so cool. I like the comic strip wallpaper. I love the company of my friends.

welcome, kalell

Paloy already gave birth!


I received a text message from Dang that on July 29, 10.30p Kalell was out! Yey!

Can't wait to see you little angel.ü

Ninang loves you. Mwah.

ramblings on public trains

I am a commuter.

Everyday of my life, I ride jitneys, tricycles, buses, FX and trains going around the metro. And thank God for the trains here in the Philippines! They made my life easier.

During my younger years, I do not like riding in trains. The smothering heat inside its cars makes me all sticky and smelly. Not to add the bodies that is all around you. It was as if a chemical reaction will happen that would set the trains to explode had everybody else stay a little longer than the whole trip duration. Riding trains in the Philippines back then is like subjecting yourself to torture and punishment being all cramped. Not to mention the threat of being picked-pocket. Well, I have to say that things have improved already. The trains are now air conditioned and several cars are provided solely for women, children and the senior citizens. Am not sure about the pickpockets but I do feel safer now compared before.

In every State an improved means of transportation is an indication of progress. There is a lot to improve for us, though.
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Last Saturday on board the MRT on my way to Cubao, I took a seat in one of the train cars which is not exclusive for women. Meaning, there would be men in those cars. (Well, I was just too lazy to walk a little further down the station. Besides, I came from Taft station thus there are still more room in the cars.)

So, from Taft to Cubao obviously people started to fill the train cars to the brim--literally. I just realized that Filipinos do not care about boundaries. I mean, physical boundaries. It's alright for almost everyone to stand skin to skin with strangers. I didn't like it. I feel so unsafe as I stood up from my seat walking through the door and my body is touching all these people as I walk out.

I have been to several countries and I rode on their trains. (That is why, I was later convinced to ride on our trains) But I never encountered overpacked situations such as ours. It's culture so I believe.

But can't we at least respect space?
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More on the previous observation.

Have we not realize that full-packed trains could mean overloading? Filipinos are never wary on these. From time to time our headlines would always bear news of sinking ships, buses turning turtle, and what have you because of accomodating passengers more than it's safe limit. In far flung provinces it is normal for people to squeeze human beings together with chickens and vegetables in every little space available in jitneys. Atop would be another roughly 20-30 people sitting under the sun and hoping to be transported alive to their destinations. It actually seems fun and practical, but is it safe? Think about it?

Under the law on transportation, common carriers are burdened with that extraordinary diligence in transporting persons and goods. This would include enough supervision on the number of passengers a certain vehicle must load for a certain trip. Apart from convenience and comfort of commuters, our transporation authority must first and foremost ensure safety. Check overloading, please.

On the other hand, I urge all Filipinos to look after ours as well. Don't squeeze in yourselves in our trains (or any transpo for that matter) just to get to some place.

Discipline.
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Walking out of train stations is also a feat. Filing for tickets is one as well, but getting out is more stressful.

I do not understand why most Filipinos don't know how to queue in line. There are those who will cut through or nonchalantly squeeze in. We are all in a hurry, people! Besides, getting out will be much faster should everyone find a more disciplined way of filing themselves in line.
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Til here, I still have to catch the train for school.

project hugs

Towards the end of next month, I will be marking the first quarter of my life in this world.

Yikes! Guess, am really becoming an adult and there is no turning back. Hehe! I like it though. The responsibilities may be quite overwhelming but I know I'll be fine. Am excited and at the same time quite scared.

I love birthdays! For me that is the best day ever--something made simply for you and you alone. And to celebrate this wonderful day, I thought of celebrating it with little angels. I am planning to go to a home of abandoned kids (babies), play with them and shower them with all the hugs and kisses I can give them. I already invited a few of my close friends and they signed in. I have yet to confirm with the home which date I can do this since I prefer it to fall on the weekend before my birthday.

Pray for me, guys that I get a slot.

I am excited. ;)

footprints

In our lives there are people who just pass by and some choose to stay. But whether they simply walked through or they decided to journey with us, they definitely leave indelible footprints which will forever remain.

To you: Hope this isn’t too much to say: Thank you for coming into my life. I am not sure if you are simply passing by or you’re going to stay, but real thanks for helping me decide to be fearless again lest be happy for I deserve it. Holding this happiness inside will keep me moving forward. Thank you. With all that had transpired I just want you to know that I was able to see the heart. May not have been perfect...but little as it is, you’ve done a lot.

this heart is ready to love again

Dear You,

It's been more than 18 months since you walked away and left me all messed up. I knew you would have wanted to escape unscathed but you were left with no other choice but to explain with those empty, silly words when I decided we need to have a face off. You knew I will never let you run away without it hearing from the horse's mouth. You crushed my heart and you tried to take away my faith. I just have to say you failed.

I have let you go. I have learned to love you less. In fact, I do not love you anymore. I have moved on. I have soared and the view from up here is fantastic--the skies, the trees, the flowers are all in a different hue; the birds are chirping and the wind is blowing cold. The people I've met are warm and caring. Yes, am happy with where I am right now. I think I did a good job of rebuilding my life without you.

Although sometimes the clouds still hover me and the temporary darkness illuminates your shadow. I hate it. You've really conquered my soul and I hate it. Your shadow reminds me of how much I've trusted and was betrayed; how I loved and was hurt. Your shadow can be crippling but I strived. And I have strived badly enough, I realize that I am now shining and I am shining bright to dispel your creeping darkness. Yes, I again possess this light you once put off. Yes, the same light that attracted you--even brighter.

Am completely free and I'm ready to love again.

from the other half of those two friends

I received a message from a friend, whom I believe I have shared in one of my entries.

Quoting part of it, he said: "Um, I know for some reason, our paths cross every time, but it ends up quiet after a while again."

I let a chuckle out as I read that line. Seriously, true. ;) I too can't explain why.

Hope you had a great birthday, dear.

kiddos

Today's high: Playing with kids.

This afternoon I played with four of my "pamangkins"--three nieces and a nephew. It is a surprise since these kids never really saw me in that light. I was always the nice-and-would-just-ask-you-how's-school-but-doesn't -play with-us tita. Yes, I was a playmate to them this afternoon. We played sorts of games. I created a game using the nursery rhyme "Little Sunny Water" and they love it. Well, I loved it too. I love hearing them sing the song on their own. I loved it when they were trying to cheat by peeking but still cannot lie that they were cheating. Such innocence! They have to beg on us playing it over and over, which is alright with me. Talk about persistence.

What I loved most is playing "Touch Ball" with them. They are so having the fun of their lives while they try no to be hit by the ball and with all their might throw the ball to their "opponent" with all hopes of getting a point. Beat this: I am even carrying my 3 year-old nephew while running to and fro, whist I allow him to throw the ball to our "opponents". It was tiring. It made me sweat A LOT! My "old" body is telling me to rest but my playmates are just overflowing with energy! I just loved it. I love hearing the kids call my name. I love them laugh. I love them shrill in excitement. I just loved the whole time I spent with them. It was fun. Hmn... I am loving kids!

That's good.

may we finish well

Nothing beats this kind of friendship.

I am so blessed to have you in my life. You are definitely God’s wonderful gift to me. I will tirelessly declare that, perhaps, for the rest of my life here on earth (and until we reach heaven). Through the years, we’ve grown—older and I think, better. I will always look forward to every conversation we share. We’ve known each other inside and out. Thank you for journeying with me, through rough and smooth roads; through tears and laughter; through every season there is. You've always taken care of me and I promise I'll do my best to do the same. Thanks for keeping our friendship sacred.

As we always wish each other: May we finish well. Yes, we will finish well.

Love you always and always… =)

my preacher in blue jeans

Today, one of my mentors is celebrating his birthday--Bo Sanchez.

My faith walk is greatly affected by Bo. It wasn't a breeze but for almost 10 years now, he has faithfulness to his mission, had definitely blessed me. I know the Jesus I now know because of him. He helped me experience a more loving and forgiving God. He shattered my crooked beliefs, he made me see things from a new perspective. He was my "kuya" in this faith journey. He has just inspired me more than anyone could have ever imagined.

Bo, as always, thank you for allowing God to use you to touch people's lives. Thank you for opening your self up to God's love so that others will be blessed as well. It rubbed off me, really. =) Thank you for ministering me through your books and teachings. I will always apprciate your letters too (and the gift for my last birthday! hehe). Thanks for being a friend. I am so blessed. May He continually bless you, Marowe, Bene and Francis. More years to come.

a cloud is passing through

I am not my usual self lately.
I don't like being sad.
I hate the feeling of being nasty.
It doesn't feel nice pushing people away. Especially when you need to do it.
I'd rather sing and dance and laugh and talk about the beauty of life than sulk.
But sometimes, one is not left with a choice.
Emotions come...and they too shall go.
Hopefully, soon...

my ounce of faith

The Lord must love me so much to allow me to go through so much in life and learn from it.
I must be too special in His eyes that He refuses to give me second-class.

Yeah, i really think so.

But sometimes, it's just so difficult to wait for His time to come. It can be lonely too.

Oh God, I love you more than enough to endure all these...knowing at the end of these tests I'm getting my two marshmallows and one big, sweet choco candy.

Hug me please just to remind me you're with me through all these...please.

life is not a race but a journey - jnsoriano

My professor in Civil Procedure is also a columnist in one of the daily papers in the metro. I loved what he said in this one.


NOTE VERBALE
By Jaime N. Soriano

Life is not a race but a journey

Many people treat life as a race. And depending on the individual motivation or personal ambition, it could be a race for fortune, a race for fame, a race for excellence, or a race for affection or a combination of any of these.
The truth is, in every race there will always be someone who would get to the finish line ahead of the pack. And they are very few. Someone will always run faster, climb higher or fly farther. Certainly, it takes a lot of determination and great personal to be on top because not every one could take the limelight or be number one all at the same time. That spot belongs to the fittest.

And the irony of it all is that some people who made it first in the race would just eventually find out for themselves that after all it is still lonely to be at the top, most especially if along the way the winner either purposely forget that there are other more important things in life than the race itself or take a scheming or shrewd advantage of other people, situation and events utterly disregarding the basic rules of decency, compassion and humanity. In this sense, victory is not always sweet, many times it is bitter.

But it does not mean that a person should take a back seat and stop working on his or her dreams. Every individual is endowed with the gift of opportunity to finish the race regardless how far or how lowly is his or her starting line. The fact that someone will always be better or that it is lonely at the top is not an excuse to quit or get laid back.
Every person who dreams of success in their pre-determined endeavors, big or small, should find encouragement, inspiration and motivation from those who achieved ahead their own dreams with flying colors.

Perhaps the better way to treat life is to treat it as a journey. It should not be a matter of who finishes the race first. It should not even be a matter whether the person finishes the race or not. It does not also matter much who is good, better or best particularly if the person makes other people lose just to win.

Treating life as journey should mean making a good difference in the lives of other people along the way towards the finish line. Life is more meaningful for the person if he or she consciously helps other people succeed and not when he or she make others fail or fall to achieve his or her own success. Personal victory is measured not when the individual tells other people that he or she did but when other people say he or she does.

Making a good difference in the lives of others means taking good care of all those people who are part of the journey. In the process, these people would give back the same amount care, support and concern, and more often than not, much more. Feel proud of their achievements and they would also share the same pride because everyone becomes part of each one success.

If life then should be treated as a race, let it be a contest of how others can make others succeed.
Real heroes and champions are never born. They are made by the unsung heroes and the unknown champions who lived and traveled with them in the course of their lives because they too felt that their heroes and champions also took care of them along the way.

Making a good difference in the lives of others therefore also means making a good difference in one’s own life.
Unfortunately, people tend to disregard others and even oneself in a race. But in a journey, there is much time to be significant and meaningful in this fast pace world.