St. Francis: Or how remembering a song will change my life

I first heard this the Saturday before the first Sunday of the bar. I fell in love with a song, with a prayer. I attended an anticipated mass. An obligation i had to do before i could take the exam. A choir from the province visited Remedios Church. After the mass, they performed this song. Although, i was really apprehensive and wanted to go back to my hotel, read and attend the lectures, i stayed. I stayed, in spite of the fact that there were tons of things to read for the first Sunday. But i'm glad i did.

Perhaps it was faith, or even fate. But i think, this will have a strong resonance in my life. I will be an instrument. Wherever my profession would take me, whatever happens, i will be an instrument.

Bar Results; Or Why It Was Difficult to Watch America's Next Top Model

Half of the fight for the bar exams is actually waiting for the results.

Kahit gaano na katagal mo narinig ang huling bell ng hulong sunday, the bar exams never really leave you. You take it with you, you sleep with it, you eat with it, you even pray with it. The only few times i was not thinking of the results was when i was sleeping, but then again, my subconscious seems to be punishing me for thinking about it all the time, that when i do go to sleep, i dream about the results. At times i pass, at times i don’t. The mind is a tricky, tricky thing.

The only way i get to relax is when i do something, most often it’d be in front of the TV watching, TV shows and DVDs i collected through the years. I did realize one thing, though, it was very difficult to watch reality shows, competitive reality shows.

Given that when i was waiting for the bar exams, it was in a constant state of nervousness. There wasn’t a time when i wasn’t feeling anxious or nervous. And watching reality shows simply amplifies that feeling. and i mean AMPLIFIES!!!

Every time someone is at the judges table or running for the pit stop, i feel like i am having a massive heart attack. I could not take it. i could actually feel my blood pressure rising. Problem is, i do love those reality shows. So every time someone is about to be sent to the workroom, or about to pack their knives, or when the tribe is about to speak, or seeing Phil on the mat, or like in fashion, someone is about to be out, and when two gorgeous girls are standing in front of Tyra.. my heart palpitates like a MoFo.

But… i am glad TV kept me company on those nerve-wracking months. Thank you reality TV!