I've become very busy and very very lazy for the past few months. Here are some quick updates on what happened or what's happening with my life... in bullet form:

* I'm halfway through my second year in law school. Isn't that amazing? I have four more finals to go. Two subjects next week and the rest to be scheduled soon, I hope.

* I'm currently studying for my final in Property Law. Procrastinating at it's best.

* We had a very successful bar operations last month. Four very tiring Sundays assisting the bar takers. Tiring but it was so worth it. I can't imagine myself in their position three years from now.

* Speaking of bar ops, I was offered the position of chairperson for this upcoming term. Not offered. Appointed without any option of declining, actually. So I guess I'm your new chairwoman. Wish me luck?

* I suddenly missed blogging so here I am. Back... again? Hopefully for good. Laziness gets the best of me.

I just noticed that everything that I just wrote is law-school related. I have no life outside law school. I am such a loser. A good friend of mine sent me a message early this morning inviting me to go out. We've been planning this girls night out since September so hopefully, it'll finally push through before the second term begins or I'm killing myself. I need all the vodka, food, and gossips that I can get before I buried myself with all these thick books and go MIA again from the outside world again.

My life is not all about law and shit, you know? Let me tell you all the stuff I've been also doing namely..................... none.

Till next time x

What Keeps Me Going: NYU Law for my masters degree

Holy Thursday

Traveling is one of my greatest passion in life. Seeing pictures of different places make my heart skip a beat. Whenever I'm down or not feeling motivated, I go to Flickr and browse their travel pictures. Some of the places I've been dying to see are London (and the rest of the United Kingdom), Rome, Greece (Santorini, my love), Switzerland (United Nations, hello) and Brazil. I'm dying to know the people, learn their culture (including their food hoho) and just fall in love with the world. I have a long ass list of places to visit some day and my first stop? The city that never sleeps.

New York is my future home. After graduating from law school and passing the bar, I am going to New York to study for my masters (What I'm planning to take for my master degree will be further discussed in another post). Every time I think about the life that is waiting for me outside this little town, I feel better. I get inspired and motivated to work hard. Isn't amazing how big this world is? A world just waiting to be explored. 

I'm back. Well.. I never really left. I was just busy with law school and stuff and yes, I was lazy to blog anything or do anything besides reading long ass cases and sleeping in between books. Since I have like a less than a week left before my summer classes begin, I decided to hit Blogger and write something worth reading in the future.

A few months back, something made me realize that writing is really good for my health. I'm not just talking about blogging but writing on anything..really. A paper, first page of a boring book, tissue paper..anywhere. It helps me feel better. Why? Or how? While attending one of my classes a few months ago, I got really upset/irritated/mad/insert word here worse than those three with one of my classmate. I don't even remember what he did exactly but I vividly remember how extremely irritating he was that day. No, I was done with my PMS during that time. I was on the verge of throwing my thick Civil Code book at him. Thank God our professor was there that time.

You see, I have this major anger management issues going on. Whenever I'm feeling angry, I have this urge to rant endlessly until I get tired or throw things at the person I'm upset with. So instead of creating a huge scene and burn bridges with some people, I tore a page from my notebook and wrote a note for my friend regarding my issues. The moment I was done writing it, I felt better. I seriously felt better. After that incident, whenever I'm mad at the world, I write. I write and write until it gets better. Until my little world gets better.

So.. yay for passing notes in class.

Now Playing: Shut Up And Let Me Go - The Ting Tings

Am I supposed to take most things seriously?

Late this week, a friend told me something unexpected and I honestly thought that he was just kidding that's why I didn't take what he said seriously. He sent me a message and I replied in a not so serious way thinking that we're both kidding. He didn't reply after my message so obviously, he's not. I think, no..I know, I have offended him in some way. Or.. I have offended him in a big way. Trouble?

Every time someone tells me a certain something (like what he said), I really find it hard to take them seriously. Why? I don't know. There's something inside me that rejects every attempt to absorb whatever it is that they're trying to say and make me understand.

Am I making sense? No. There's something seriously wrong with me.