The Benefits of Oregano

Oregano (Scientific name: Origanum vulgare) is also known as Wild Marjoram, Mountain Mint, Origanum, Wintersweet and Winter Marjoram.

Hand of Hope: Samuel Alexander Armas

A picture began circulating in November. It should be "The Picture of the Year," or perhaps, "Picture of the Decade." It won't be. In fact, unless you obtained a copy of the paper, you probably will never see it.

Tracey Connelley, Baby P's Evil Mom, Shows NO Remorse

I have never been affected by any story as much as Baby P's story has affected me. Yesterday evening, I found myself sobbing twice! I just can't get over the sheer horror of the story.

Baby P's Murderers -- Why Are They Being Protected?

In my country, it has never happened before that the media and the people have been forbidden to actually reveal the names and faces of TC and SB, the murderers of Baby P.

That Winter The Wind Blows Finale: Did Oh Soo Die?

Over the holy week break, I spent the entire four days just watching the 15 episodes of this Korean show. Yes, I am a self-confessed Korean drama addict. I already have my favorite actors and actresses; albeit, I don’t know their names.

Sep 29, 2007

Ode to Taylor Swift

Do you know Taylor Swift?

God. I love her. Love all her songs. Seems like she can't do any bad songs.
Well, that depends if you like the kind of music she does.
And I happen to just LOVE them.

I don't know what I want, so don't ask me
cause I'm still trying to figure it out
don't know what's down this road, but I'm walking
trying to see through the rain coming down
even though I'm not the only one
who feels the way I do.

I'm alone, On my own, and that's all I know
I'll be strong, I'll be wrong, oh but life goes on
I'm just a girl, trying to find a place in this world

Got the radio on, my old blue jeans
and I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve
feeling lucky today, got the sunshine.
could you tell me what more do I need
and tomorrow's just a mystery, oh yeah
but that's ok


maybe I'm just a girl on a mission
but I'm ready to fly..


Sep 28, 2007

After the Bar

The freakin' Bar exams 2007 was not easy.
Well, you'd start thinking, "Why the hell did those people failed the exam?"
And you'd end up bawling your eyes out after the first day.

I went to La Salle.
Waited for more than an hour to get into my building, snickering at people still reading their notes while standing in line.

I was enjoying all the shouting and the crowd who seemed to eager to watch 5,800 people fall in line towards the end of their sanity. Only in the Philippines.

I came prepared. I did.

Or so I thought.

I was ready to answer questions like:

What is the overbreath doctrine?
What is facial challenge?

I did not come prepared for questions like:

True or False.

The official language for instruction and communication, until otherwise provided by law is Filipino and English.

IT is SO freaking basic! Why the hell didn't I know it?
Just like everyone else, I took it for granted that stuffs like that won't be asked.

Why would it be?
There are thousands of questions that could be asked! More complicated! More exciting!
Questions that our reviewers prepared us for.
The truth is we didn't even discuss that in Law School.

I guess everyone feels the same way.
I think the person next to me on the Second Sunday who shit on her pants feel the same way.
She had to bear everyone else's stares and scorn while she smells.
I guess the judge's wife who was caught cheating feels the same way.

Everyone must have felt the same.

Well, I have 6 months to kill before I knew my bar results.

And oh, by the way, the answer to the question is FALSE

A video of Bar 2007 Last Sunday


You Gotta to Read

My 14-hour TRIP

Being away from your family for a couple of days is... well, tolerable.
Being away from them for weeks?
It sucks!

I was missing Ika so badly that a day after the exams, I urged Erbe to take the day trip.
All the good buses had left so we had to settle with Raymond Bus.
Erbe said it's air conditioned, so it'll do.

I grumbled but I was SERIOUSLY having second thoughts.
Raymond bus? Bah!

I shouldn't have give in.
I knew I should not have.
We left at 12 pm.
But, 3 hours after, at Tiaong, Quezon ---


I banged my head on the chair in front of me.
We hit a truck that hit another bus in front of us.

What happened?
The freakin' driver was busy eating lanzones. He didn't noticed that the bus ahead of us had stopped. He was busy though blaming the other bus driver.

Later on, we got stuck in that small place, watching Van Damme shoot everyone in the bus' dvd while waiting for another bus to pick us up. Oh yeah, that one was just about to leave Manila. Imagine?!

So I twiddled my thumb until even Van Damme and his muscles got interesting.
God forbid!
I began to even worry that the other bus would come before I finished the Van Damme flick.

Finally, our stupid bus driver thought of driving back to Manila to meet the other Raymond bus.
So, there I found myself watching Van Damme as we rode back to Manila, which if you remember I was very much eager to leave. By that time, it was already about 7 in the evening.

Finally, the bus stopped and the bus driver told us to get off and to wait along the road to jump on the rescue bus. We had a lot of freakin' baggage that I had to fight off the crowd alone to get in the other stupid, stupid bus while Erbe transfers our baggages. Seriously!

And yes, there's no more chivalry today. All the men got in first.
While we, the women, had to squeeze against each other trying to get a seat.
The men reserved seats for the women they were already eying. Stupid.
The poor married couple with their eight month baby had to stay behind.
Because the Raymond bus that was supposed to rescue us took its own passengers!

Erbe and I got stuck in the cramped back with an old geezer hitting on an 18-year-old.

And we arrived at Naga only at 2 o'clock in the morning.
14 hours after we left Manila.