-=the daily grind=-

There is something wrong with Friendster. When I tried replying to all the comments made in my last blog, the window just reverted back to my home page. Lest you think I’m shrugging off your 2 cents, here are my comments to my beloved readers’ comments:

First, thank you for reading my blog. I was hesistant to write at first because I was afraid of judgment and thought my life wasn’t all that important to post on-line and the fact that I’d do so might be construed as an attempt to propagate my self-importance. Well, guess what. I don’t give a flying f*** anymore. And it makes a world of a difference! Thank you for making me feel like I made the right decision. This thing is VERY therapeutic. I hope by reading each other’s blog (yes, I read yours too) we all, in our little ways, help each other.

To Dych and Rich — Teeheehee! Thanks for finding that girl’s blog. Nakakatawa noh! You guys should google yourselves too. I’m sure you’re bigger "celebs" than me. Naks. Check out Teddy Te’s blog too ha (thanks Rich for showing me where it is). Should I comment?

To Ana — Yes, it could’ve been you. But you know, if it’s any consolation, the smartest, most intelligent people I know, I met in UP Law. The most quirky, the most fascinating, hell, even the most difficult and the most conniving, I met here. I’m still hoping the future might show me I didn’t make the wrong decision. There are a number of things I learned here that I’m thankful for. It’s just that, everyday I think, should it be this hard? Could I not get to where I want to go through another route, another way (an easier, more comfortable, more home-y way)? I’m not saying it’s sisiw in Ateneo. But law school is hard enough as it is. Why didn’t I go to where I’m most comfortable with?! Where the people are easier to deal with. As the Fuzzy said, UP popped our suburban bubble. And we’ve been so used to the teachers reporting to class regularly and actually doing their job. The thing in UP is we learn inspite of our teachers (and their politicking). Phew, there. Yes, of course I’ll let you know when I’m dropping by Rockwell.

To CJ — Aba, meant to be na meant to be. Yes, I understand you as I know you understand me, and there may be times when the signal is awry, but the connection surely returns. It’s just the motions. Some days you’re up, some days you’re down. But know that I think you are doing very well in school, no matter your personal assessment (ambastos!) of yourself. Hello, I can’t do half the things you do! And you balance everything so well. You. Have. It. Made.

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