Yes, hundreds were stranded along the streets of Metro Manila that were halted by a storm named Falcon. Yes, hundred were forced to evacuate from their homes as the rains refused to stop (some of friends, included), yes, more than a dozen people have yet to be found.
But last Thursday was a different experience for me. I have set the number of modes of transportation I have used in one day.
Let me count the ways.
From Home to Pasong Tamo: Private Car
From Pasong Tamo to Greenbelt: Jeepney
From Greenbelt to Office: Walk
From Office to valley One: Taxi
From Valley One to Parañaque RTC (and back): Tricycle
From Valley One to Baclaran: FX
From Baclaran to Ayala: Bus
From Ayala to Office: Walk
From Office back Home: Bus
And the rain kept pounding as I transfer form one mode to the next.
With this kind of adventure, why would I need my very own car? Well, at least not for now…
Monday, June 27, 2011
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Why?
The difficulty in answering questions is the sincerity of what sounds will come out of your mouth. More so when the question is sincere in itself. This is the same reason i find it difficult to answer any question about film. i can say that i have been watching films since i was very young, but film appreciation probably started only two years ago, when i started looking at films differently.
I always bought the philosophy that film is a form of escape, but not anymore, i now know that not all films let you escape. Only the Summer Hollywood Blockbuster can do that, and probably the same reason why it is popular to begin with.
This love for watching films took me beyond escaping, it led me to myself. This is where the difficulty in answering questions on film. It feels like i am bearing my entire soul if i do so. Same reason why i refuse to write about movies.
No, i do not think it’s selfishness. Its the apprehension that stems from being judged, not by the way i write, for i know i am no writer, but by the content in what i write. The constant struggle to be right when you write. i do not think its egoism, at least not on my part, my fear is that i have to small of a voice that my being wrong is what is expected. i do not think i have anything to contribute, this is what i have to hurdle. And i will start by answering the question…
Why do i love Cinema?
The easiest answer i could give is that it is in my blood, my Lolo was the biggest movie fan i know. He would be watching movies every week, this was in the pre-WWII, very few cinemas and even fewer access, but he was able to watch on a weekly basis and he would write it down in his diary (which i found only recently) sometimes, he will even go to Manila to watch those big budgeted Cinerama and Cinemascope films that are only available there. oh, did i mention they were poor and was only making ends meet with difficulty? The things i do today pales in comparison to everything he did before. And i am very proud of him for that. My mother would tell me stories that in December the entire family would go to Manila for some Christmas Shopping and what else, Movie Watching, the entire family would watch big studio films like Casablanca, An Affair to Remember, Ben-Hur, Lawrence of Arabia, and Gone with the Wind. His love for films was passed on to my mother who was (and still is) the biggest fan of Vilma Santos. (her fondness of her was passed on to me) She is a retired elementary school teacher and a very strict one, but i found out that when she was in college, in Philippine Normal College (now University) she would cut class to watch movies in Escolta.
It was also passed on to my aunt (mother’s sister) who would watch films with us. But no, we rarely see cartoons back then, we would be watching John Hughes movies. She allowed me to watch movies with sex scenes, toilet humor, killing, blood, nudity and everything in between, she wouldn’t even fast forward through pumping scenes, or murder, or the skinning scene in The Silence of the Lambs.
I guess that is one major contributor in my maturity as a film goer. but unfortunately got lost when i was in high school. i blame hormones, peer pressure and Hollywood.
My Lolo was diagnosed with Colon Cancer (and eventually died from it) my aunt from United States would be sending VHS tapes, to indulge my Lolo in his favorite pastime and started our first collection of films. And was able to Pulp Fiction, Silence of the Lambs, Indecent Proposal, Star Wars, Godfather, Sound of Music and Wizard of Oz.
Unfortunately, i was not able to meet my Lolo. (affectionately called Tatay in our family) He died in June 1982, 6 months before my mother got married to my dad.
I watch movies so i can keep this family tradition alive. In respect and in gratitude for exposing his family to the greatest hobby/interest of all. FILMS!
I always bought the philosophy that film is a form of escape, but not anymore, i now know that not all films let you escape. Only the Summer Hollywood Blockbuster can do that, and probably the same reason why it is popular to begin with.
This love for watching films took me beyond escaping, it led me to myself. This is where the difficulty in answering questions on film. It feels like i am bearing my entire soul if i do so. Same reason why i refuse to write about movies.
No, i do not think it’s selfishness. Its the apprehension that stems from being judged, not by the way i write, for i know i am no writer, but by the content in what i write. The constant struggle to be right when you write. i do not think its egoism, at least not on my part, my fear is that i have to small of a voice that my being wrong is what is expected. i do not think i have anything to contribute, this is what i have to hurdle. And i will start by answering the question…
Why do i love Cinema?
The easiest answer i could give is that it is in my blood, my Lolo was the biggest movie fan i know. He would be watching movies every week, this was in the pre-WWII, very few cinemas and even fewer access, but he was able to watch on a weekly basis and he would write it down in his diary (which i found only recently) sometimes, he will even go to Manila to watch those big budgeted Cinerama and Cinemascope films that are only available there. oh, did i mention they were poor and was only making ends meet with difficulty? The things i do today pales in comparison to everything he did before. And i am very proud of him for that. My mother would tell me stories that in December the entire family would go to Manila for some Christmas Shopping and what else, Movie Watching, the entire family would watch big studio films like Casablanca, An Affair to Remember, Ben-Hur, Lawrence of Arabia, and Gone with the Wind. His love for films was passed on to my mother who was (and still is) the biggest fan of Vilma Santos. (her fondness of her was passed on to me) She is a retired elementary school teacher and a very strict one, but i found out that when she was in college, in Philippine Normal College (now University) she would cut class to watch movies in Escolta.
It was also passed on to my aunt (mother’s sister) who would watch films with us. But no, we rarely see cartoons back then, we would be watching John Hughes movies. She allowed me to watch movies with sex scenes, toilet humor, killing, blood, nudity and everything in between, she wouldn’t even fast forward through pumping scenes, or murder, or the skinning scene in The Silence of the Lambs.
I guess that is one major contributor in my maturity as a film goer. but unfortunately got lost when i was in high school. i blame hormones, peer pressure and Hollywood.
My Lolo was diagnosed with Colon Cancer (and eventually died from it) my aunt from United States would be sending VHS tapes, to indulge my Lolo in his favorite pastime and started our first collection of films. And was able to Pulp Fiction, Silence of the Lambs, Indecent Proposal, Star Wars, Godfather, Sound of Music and Wizard of Oz.
Unfortunately, i was not able to meet my Lolo. (affectionately called Tatay in our family) He died in June 1982, 6 months before my mother got married to my dad.
I watch movies so i can keep this family tradition alive. In respect and in gratitude for exposing his family to the greatest hobby/interest of all. FILMS!
Friday, February 18, 2011
11 for 2011
okay...bum life has been well, but i have to make a confession...if there is anything i have neglected last year, it would have been reading... that is leaisurely reading... but i do have a great excuse, there was the bar exams last year and i have been reading all through out that year in preparation for the September event. So this year i have made a promise, a resolution if you will. I plan to read at least 11 book this year... yes, 11. the minimum... i have to be realistic with my goals, i admit, to an average reader that a month's reading, but i am below average and with this factor in mind, i HAVE to start working this year, (a job!!!) although i have yet to decide what kind of work would that be... so if in litigation then it'd be difficult then 11 books would still be the goal.
and the books i have been buying are piling up in my room, some i have not opened yet.
I admit something else is taking up my time, that is TV and Movies, DVD's in general...
I am about to clean up my room, so i am watching all the DVD's i have bought, some even five years back... DVD backlog... just this year, i have probably seen about 60 films, the oldest would be Dziga Vertov's A Man With A Movie Camera and the Green Hornet as the most recent release... with literally hundreds of DVD's yet to be seen... 11 books looks difficult to accomplish...
and the books i have been buying are piling up in my room, some i have not opened yet.
I admit something else is taking up my time, that is TV and Movies, DVD's in general...
I am about to clean up my room, so i am watching all the DVD's i have bought, some even five years back... DVD backlog... just this year, i have probably seen about 60 films, the oldest would be Dziga Vertov's A Man With A Movie Camera and the Green Hornet as the most recent release... with literally hundreds of DVD's yet to be seen... 11 books looks difficult to accomplish...
Friday, January 14, 2011
FTW Moments
As we belatedly, or, as I belatedly bid farewell to the year that was. Let me pay tribute to 2010 by remembering the definitive moment of my year. But in the spirit of 2011, I will end the year on a very positive note. I have already written the top ten wazak moments of the 2010 bar exam here. So I now present the ten FTW things.
10. Multicolored Booklets
I do not know about you, but with all the pressure inside and outside the exam room or in and out of La Salle, I find it refreshing that something or someone has not lost the idea of fun. Orange, Pink, Blue, Green. How can you hate the bar exams when you are answering in pastel colored papers? Must be a tactic, must be distraction, but it sure worked for me. Do you want to see what happens in a bag of NIPS? What goes on before it touches your lips? It makes an exam booklet!
9. Picnic at Taft
Lunch time! Yeah, the problem with the venue they do not have enough tables and chairs. The good thing about us we can do with what we have, and what we did was an instant picnic. Minus the basket and the mat, but the ants are ever present. Everyone else is eating like we are in Luneta.
8. The Bell
Archers might be familiar with the sound but to most of us it was the first time we will hear that kind of bell. The bell was to sound the end of the test with their rules of first bells and final alarm system. But the irony was the sound was, in my opinion, made to sound as casual and as friendly as it could. But during that four Sundays of September, it was the most dreadful and most hated sound. But I still love how it sounds. The same reason why it made the list.
7. Getting Lost in the Supreme Court
Getting my permit in the Supreme Court. Wasn’t really listening to the directions the guards were giving me. How could I? The grandeur of the place suffocated me. The tight security, the police dogs, the lawyers abound and around, and the tall, majestic neo-classical buildings. The old tiled floors, the old rickety elevators, the big empowering hard-wood doors, the stenciled metal name plates bearing the name of our sterling justices! How could you concentrate in such a place? I wasn’t able to and got lost, went to three different buildings ride three elevators and even got a tiny bit of gossip about a certain justice with death threats and a thousand bodyguards. All in all, Gulliver’s travel to Brobdingnag, and stood where giants once stood, and still standing and will forever stand on floors of discolored tile floors.
6. Dry Spell and Breakfast
It wasn’t wet. In my book that was the best weather forecast. There were some rain but we were never drenched. And this list is bullshit without me mentioning the breakfast buffet we have every Sunday morning.
5. Bus Ride to La Salle
The ultimate road trip! It would have been the scariest bus ride in our life and yet it was ever happy, ever fun. I never thought that the bus ride would be that light, but it was. Granted we were all pressured, we were all sleep deprived and unprepared for the task at hand but some bus ride feels more like an excursion or a field trip at some point. Laughter reverberates inside our bus and that eases a lot of tension. I could not think of a better way to La Salle with our hen mother escorting us and among friends walking along Taft just before dawn. Superb. Soothing. Magic.
4. Mass in the Church of Nuestra Señora de Remedios De Manila
The Church itself is already a perfect picture: well-preserved adobe, in baroque architecture. Façade facing the beautiful red light district (I kid!) no., the beautiful Raja Sulaiman Park and fronting the majestic, world famous Manila de Bay. How can one not fall in love with Remedios. I knew that I will hear mass in Remedios Church months before the bar exam. Not only because of its proximity to our hotel, but the meaning as well. Remedios or remedies, people go to this church for remedies. The parallel to the profession I chose resonates even further. And to give the most obvious, remedios, remedies, remedial law.
But the fascination does not end there, after the mass the pries would call on the bar examines and will have a special blessing for all of us. One word: Goosebumps. Called and heeded. Remedios Church will forever live in my heart.
3. Lecture by the Manila Bay Sunset
Manila bay is only known for two things… the world-renowned sunset and recently the lollipop lights. And so the most romantic last minute tips and lecture ever conducted in the history of bar operations. How can any lecture top those that we had? Our lecture was with the perfect weather, no gust of wind, no huge waves crashing along Roxas Boulevard and the setting sun being reflected by the calm Manila bay? The sometimes orange, sometimes pink sky will only be punctured by a flock of birds hovering over Manila Bay some are sailing with their yachts. As we listen to income taxes, Motion to Dismiss, to Murder and Constitutional Rights the water shined and shimmered right in front of us. It was splendid! Best Lecture ever!
2. RA
The best late nights I ever spent. I do not think that words will ever capture the long nights in RA so I will only spoil the experience by describing our encounters. But those nights will be cherished in years to come. You know who you are, and therefore I thank you for the knowledge and more so for the experience and fun. (this entry is sponsored by KFC)
1. Friends
I do not think that the Bar Exams is a test of knowledge in the intricacies of the law but it is a gauge of how you are loved by friends. And although it can never be measured by a lame grading system, I still think, with the friends I have, I beat Florenz Regalado with the highest grade ever. The visits, the gifts, the messages, the pat on the back, the supporting look, the encouraging smile. Makes up for the fact that I do not think I am ever prepared nor ready. I don’t think I have thanked them enough, I don’t think I will ever thank them enough. Bar exams is fleeting compared to great friends. I salute all of you. Again thank you…
10. Multicolored Booklets
I do not know about you, but with all the pressure inside and outside the exam room or in and out of La Salle, I find it refreshing that something or someone has not lost the idea of fun. Orange, Pink, Blue, Green. How can you hate the bar exams when you are answering in pastel colored papers? Must be a tactic, must be distraction, but it sure worked for me. Do you want to see what happens in a bag of NIPS? What goes on before it touches your lips? It makes an exam booklet!
9. Picnic at Taft
Lunch time! Yeah, the problem with the venue they do not have enough tables and chairs. The good thing about us we can do with what we have, and what we did was an instant picnic. Minus the basket and the mat, but the ants are ever present. Everyone else is eating like we are in Luneta.
8. The Bell
Archers might be familiar with the sound but to most of us it was the first time we will hear that kind of bell. The bell was to sound the end of the test with their rules of first bells and final alarm system. But the irony was the sound was, in my opinion, made to sound as casual and as friendly as it could. But during that four Sundays of September, it was the most dreadful and most hated sound. But I still love how it sounds. The same reason why it made the list.
7. Getting Lost in the Supreme Court
Getting my permit in the Supreme Court. Wasn’t really listening to the directions the guards were giving me. How could I? The grandeur of the place suffocated me. The tight security, the police dogs, the lawyers abound and around, and the tall, majestic neo-classical buildings. The old tiled floors, the old rickety elevators, the big empowering hard-wood doors, the stenciled metal name plates bearing the name of our sterling justices! How could you concentrate in such a place? I wasn’t able to and got lost, went to three different buildings ride three elevators and even got a tiny bit of gossip about a certain justice with death threats and a thousand bodyguards. All in all, Gulliver’s travel to Brobdingnag, and stood where giants once stood, and still standing and will forever stand on floors of discolored tile floors.
6. Dry Spell and Breakfast
It wasn’t wet. In my book that was the best weather forecast. There were some rain but we were never drenched. And this list is bullshit without me mentioning the breakfast buffet we have every Sunday morning.
5. Bus Ride to La Salle
The ultimate road trip! It would have been the scariest bus ride in our life and yet it was ever happy, ever fun. I never thought that the bus ride would be that light, but it was. Granted we were all pressured, we were all sleep deprived and unprepared for the task at hand but some bus ride feels more like an excursion or a field trip at some point. Laughter reverberates inside our bus and that eases a lot of tension. I could not think of a better way to La Salle with our hen mother escorting us and among friends walking along Taft just before dawn. Superb. Soothing. Magic.
4. Mass in the Church of Nuestra Señora de Remedios De Manila
The Church itself is already a perfect picture: well-preserved adobe, in baroque architecture. Façade facing the beautiful red light district (I kid!) no., the beautiful Raja Sulaiman Park and fronting the majestic, world famous Manila de Bay. How can one not fall in love with Remedios. I knew that I will hear mass in Remedios Church months before the bar exam. Not only because of its proximity to our hotel, but the meaning as well. Remedios or remedies, people go to this church for remedies. The parallel to the profession I chose resonates even further. And to give the most obvious, remedios, remedies, remedial law.
But the fascination does not end there, after the mass the pries would call on the bar examines and will have a special blessing for all of us. One word: Goosebumps. Called and heeded. Remedios Church will forever live in my heart.
3. Lecture by the Manila Bay Sunset
Manila bay is only known for two things… the world-renowned sunset and recently the lollipop lights. And so the most romantic last minute tips and lecture ever conducted in the history of bar operations. How can any lecture top those that we had? Our lecture was with the perfect weather, no gust of wind, no huge waves crashing along Roxas Boulevard and the setting sun being reflected by the calm Manila bay? The sometimes orange, sometimes pink sky will only be punctured by a flock of birds hovering over Manila Bay some are sailing with their yachts. As we listen to income taxes, Motion to Dismiss, to Murder and Constitutional Rights the water shined and shimmered right in front of us. It was splendid! Best Lecture ever!
2. RA
The best late nights I ever spent. I do not think that words will ever capture the long nights in RA so I will only spoil the experience by describing our encounters. But those nights will be cherished in years to come. You know who you are, and therefore I thank you for the knowledge and more so for the experience and fun. (this entry is sponsored by KFC)
1. Friends
I do not think that the Bar Exams is a test of knowledge in the intricacies of the law but it is a gauge of how you are loved by friends. And although it can never be measured by a lame grading system, I still think, with the friends I have, I beat Florenz Regalado with the highest grade ever. The visits, the gifts, the messages, the pat on the back, the supporting look, the encouraging smile. Makes up for the fact that I do not think I am ever prepared nor ready. I don’t think I have thanked them enough, I don’t think I will ever thank them enough. Bar exams is fleeting compared to great friends. I salute all of you. Again thank you…
Thursday, October 28, 2010
The Creatures of the Night Classes
In the spirit of Halloween and the gloriousness of being a bum during the traditional fright feast that is Undas, let me list down the creatures of the night that could be more frightening or deadly than any ghoul, ghost or Sadako herself. And of course, I am referring to the Law School Professors, I’ve had plenty of them, and some of them still haunt me to this day. Some make your knees shake, some make your jaws drop, while the others, you do not see or feel, until a hatchet has been buried to your back.
The Spanish Inquisitor – this one needs no metaphor, they just strike fear just by their presence. Once the recitation begins, you think you’re freaking Galileo Galilee during the middle ages. Your knees shake, butterflies flutter in your stomach. Problem is, you can never really run away from them! You will eventually meet them and cross paths with them, it’s just the way the law school system works and framed. The scariest thing about them is that they smell fear, they are like the Nazgul of the Faculty of Law, they have a way of sniffing out among the students who did not study, and if you did, the parts you skipped; making them the Scariest Creature of the Night Classes. But I like the student’s feelings that comes with an announcement that the certain professor would not be coming to class; JUBILATION! Like the light of dawn in a Vampire movie. (Genuine vampire movies, not the Twilight bullshit)
Medusa- okay, I prefer Valentina. The professor that just stares at you at you turn to stone (in fear) Enough said.
Jigsaw- Hmmmm… From the Saw movies fame. Unlike the Nazi, he doesn’t murder you; he makes a way that you murder yourself (legally impossible) he makes these elaborate obstacles so that you may escape if you truly deserve it. How like our law school lives. Difficult exams, super long coverage, impossible to answer recitations and yes, the professor is asking for a limb or two for you to survive and surely, blood sweat and tears will flow…
The Misogynist – This is one professor I have encountered but was never bothered. And thank you God for my dick! This is one ghost that has a very, very particular/limited prey- women. (especially the ones that are teeming with estrogen!) These professors have either a dark past or a very colorful present – think Rainbow colors. Although their prey may be unified but their mode of attack is varied. Others on the clothing, others on the way these ladies speak. And these ladies do prepare. J{ust like an Aswang, who only attacks pregnant women.}
Sully and Mike Wazowski – these professors terrify you at the bone at first, but hey, in the end, you end up friends with them. It’s part of their charm, and perhaps their way of training you, scare you in the beginning and will eventually ease up on you… that is if you survive the scare stage.
Brutus – Although some of them reflect the physicality of the famous Popeye villain, but the Brutus I am referring here is the Shakespearean one. And yes, all law students feel like their Julius Caesar. It’s all smiles and laughter in the Senate, but once the grades come in, a dagger is stuck at your back. And you think “Et Tu Brutus?” You go back and remind yourself what went wrong or what you did wrong, let me give you a hint... NOTHING! It’s just their nature to make you think s/he is all cool and friendly but the moment they start grading the mask comes off. {Think a Tiyanak who lures you in with the crying baby act and once you pick them up, they attack you...in the neck no less!}
The Psycho – you just happen to be in a particular class at a particular difficult time in the life of your professor. And someone has to suffer… guess who?
The Nazi– the professor who has a certain standard that no one will ever, ever reach. Like the Jews will never be the “superior race” and anyone who fails to reach that certain, impossible standard will be subjected to labor that is over and beyond what is proper and eventually just kill them in the end anyway. These are mass murderers who can’t sleep at night if they do not fail any student. I tell you, what could be scarier than genocide?
Bieber- The artist is more annoying than scary, just like this kind of professor. Like the bowler he just throws that ball and sees which pins will fall. The Eenie Minie Mo grader. (now you see the bieber connection… would Sean Kingston be a better analogy?)
The Virgin Offeror- In no way, the sacrifice is truly a virgin, I mean, a virgin in law school is like, is like, a great Shake, Rattle and Roll movie, very, very few. But these professors always have a sacrificial lamb, some deserving, mostly not. That makes it even scarier. They just feel that a 100% shouldn’t just fly like that. So they always fail one or two students, that is depending on the mood. That feels like the movie Halimaw sa Banga, the Halimaw needs sacrifices to escape the Banga, and let me ask you -in my serious tone- is there any other creature from Philippine movies that is scarier than the Halimaw sa Banga? (fine, Zuma is an exception)
So there Happy Halloween Everybody!!!
The Spanish Inquisitor – this one needs no metaphor, they just strike fear just by their presence. Once the recitation begins, you think you’re freaking Galileo Galilee during the middle ages. Your knees shake, butterflies flutter in your stomach. Problem is, you can never really run away from them! You will eventually meet them and cross paths with them, it’s just the way the law school system works and framed. The scariest thing about them is that they smell fear, they are like the Nazgul of the Faculty of Law, they have a way of sniffing out among the students who did not study, and if you did, the parts you skipped; making them the Scariest Creature of the Night Classes. But I like the student’s feelings that comes with an announcement that the certain professor would not be coming to class; JUBILATION! Like the light of dawn in a Vampire movie. (Genuine vampire movies, not the Twilight bullshit)
Medusa- okay, I prefer Valentina. The professor that just stares at you at you turn to stone (in fear) Enough said.
Jigsaw- Hmmmm… From the Saw movies fame. Unlike the Nazi, he doesn’t murder you; he makes a way that you murder yourself (legally impossible) he makes these elaborate obstacles so that you may escape if you truly deserve it. How like our law school lives. Difficult exams, super long coverage, impossible to answer recitations and yes, the professor is asking for a limb or two for you to survive and surely, blood sweat and tears will flow…
The Misogynist – This is one professor I have encountered but was never bothered. And thank you God for my dick! This is one ghost that has a very, very particular/limited prey- women. (especially the ones that are teeming with estrogen!) These professors have either a dark past or a very colorful present – think Rainbow colors. Although their prey may be unified but their mode of attack is varied. Others on the clothing, others on the way these ladies speak. And these ladies do prepare. J{ust like an Aswang, who only attacks pregnant women.}
Sully and Mike Wazowski – these professors terrify you at the bone at first, but hey, in the end, you end up friends with them. It’s part of their charm, and perhaps their way of training you, scare you in the beginning and will eventually ease up on you… that is if you survive the scare stage.
Brutus – Although some of them reflect the physicality of the famous Popeye villain, but the Brutus I am referring here is the Shakespearean one. And yes, all law students feel like their Julius Caesar. It’s all smiles and laughter in the Senate, but once the grades come in, a dagger is stuck at your back. And you think “Et Tu Brutus?” You go back and remind yourself what went wrong or what you did wrong, let me give you a hint... NOTHING! It’s just their nature to make you think s/he is all cool and friendly but the moment they start grading the mask comes off. {Think a Tiyanak who lures you in with the crying baby act and once you pick them up, they attack you...in the neck no less!}
The Psycho – you just happen to be in a particular class at a particular difficult time in the life of your professor. And someone has to suffer… guess who?
The Nazi– the professor who has a certain standard that no one will ever, ever reach. Like the Jews will never be the “superior race” and anyone who fails to reach that certain, impossible standard will be subjected to labor that is over and beyond what is proper and eventually just kill them in the end anyway. These are mass murderers who can’t sleep at night if they do not fail any student. I tell you, what could be scarier than genocide?
Bieber- The artist is more annoying than scary, just like this kind of professor. Like the bowler he just throws that ball and sees which pins will fall. The Eenie Minie Mo grader. (now you see the bieber connection… would Sean Kingston be a better analogy?)
The Virgin Offeror- In no way, the sacrifice is truly a virgin, I mean, a virgin in law school is like, is like, a great Shake, Rattle and Roll movie, very, very few. But these professors always have a sacrificial lamb, some deserving, mostly not. That makes it even scarier. They just feel that a 100% shouldn’t just fly like that. So they always fail one or two students, that is depending on the mood. That feels like the movie Halimaw sa Banga, the Halimaw needs sacrifices to escape the Banga, and let me ask you -in my serious tone- is there any other creature from Philippine movies that is scarier than the Halimaw sa Banga? (fine, Zuma is an exception)
So there Happy Halloween Everybody!!!
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Top Ten WTF?!? moments of the 2010 Bar Exams
or how my world shattered during the four Sundays of September
10. Quasi Torts
9. Res Judicata in Prison Grey
8. The length of the Labor Law exam
7. Doctrine of the Operative Facts
6. Pro Reo.
5. Technological Transfer
4. Petition for a writ of Habeas data (forms)
3. all events test, immediacy test and rational basis test in rapid succession.
2. Petition for Letters Rogatory (forms)
1. The entire taxation exam.
10. Quasi Torts
9. Res Judicata in Prison Grey
8. The length of the Labor Law exam
7. Doctrine of the Operative Facts
6. Pro Reo.
5. Technological Transfer
4. Petition for a writ of Habeas data (forms)
3. all events test, immediacy test and rational basis test in rapid succession.
2. Petition for Letters Rogatory (forms)
1. The entire taxation exam.
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