Inspiration from Bridget

I actually found the time to bloghop this noon and I wandered into one of my favorite blogs and decided to see what was up with Jerome (a.k.a. Bridget) and came across a very inspiring post in his blog entitled “How do you keep the music playing?” .

He answers his question by ending his entry thus: .. “(more importantly), it is consistently discovering a new facet of each other that makes us anticipate each day for us to experience The Moment…which consequently keeps the music playing. (kilig)” 

I have been married almost 6 years now which doesn’t exactly equal that of my longest relationship, but I have always considered the fact that I married this man as the most significant distinction.  And although I always say in jest that I do find myself feeling like I want to strangle him from time to time, nothing is more comforting than actually reaching out across the bed beyond Angel and feeling him sleeping next to us.

We do have our peaks and valleys as he refers to them — and we have had to make a lot of adjustments with the addition of Angel to our family, but we continue to be a couple, nurturing the dynamics of intimacy in such simple activities like going home together at least once a week on the Express Bus where we hold hands and just catch up on each other’s day.  Even something as simple as sitting down in Starbucks by ourselves on a weekend, or sharing a “Gotta Have It” portion of Coldstone one afternoon counts as “couple time” for us.

We’re trying to go out more often although we are far from doing it as much as we used to before Angel came, back when we would go on a date in Manhattan once a week and try out a new restaurant or bar and just spend a romantic evening together.  We talk, we listen, we talk.. and although he would rather I read the book and just tell him what it’s all about, I can talk to him about anything under the sun and I know he would comprehend what I am saying and thinking about without missing a heartbeat. 

Continually being interested in the other leads to discovering new things — and for as long as we are interested, we see value in those little things that others wouldn’t notice or care much about, like innocent scribblings that are true works of art to us.  For me and Alan, it’s enjoying life together that keeps the fire alive. 

He would think nothing of driving to Montauk if I egged him on just so we can see my favorite lighthouse, forget that it’s 2 hours away from where we are.  And I wouldn’t mind watching a movie even if I would rather stay home with Angel, only because he’s such a cinephile and I know that’s a favorite past time for him.  So okay, I’m not going to bop him in the head tonight… he’s taking me out to dinner at a favorite seafood restaurant then what else?  We’re catching a movie!
 

HTML, PHP, CSS.. going nuts over web design

I have always enjoyed creating web pages and trying my hand at web design.  Although I tried it with Front Page and other web design softwares, I’ve still found it easiest to do actually coding.  So yes, I do my HTML codes by hand and have committed a few simple commands to memory.  When I am baffled, I simply right click on a page and “VIEW SOURCE” to see what language was used to create a particular design I want to do.

I haven’t really had much time to dabble in web design — that’s the reason my own commercial venture into e-commerce is now on haitus.  (Note to self: must really decide what we will do with that..)  However I had the audacity to volunteer for our batch website, being that we are now all agog over our silver jubilee homecoming 2 years from now.

So this morning I thought I’d try and check out a new photo plug in I tried to upload yesterday.  Don’t ask me why but it somehow over rode an index.php file for my survey utility which I then had to reinstall and reconfigure.  (I know, I know.. I should’ve installed the two in separate subdirectories.)  I trashed the photo utility and redid the survey.. so I’m back on track.

Before I get a monumental headache at the end of the day, I’m giving it up to go back to my first love of the moment — my scrapbook.  Half a day gone, and I’m looking forward to a weekend again =).  Here’s hoping there will be scrapbook layouts sometime next week on this site.

Back when I was in Law School

The rivalry between the two foremost law schools in the country has been there since time immemorial.  Funny how we sometimes have a “cross over” professor who has the distinction of being a teacher in both schools.  Both are usually very parochial, sticking to their own roster of distinguished alumni to staff their faculty which is their pride and joy.  While most of us hated our professors for their arrogance and condescension, I later appreciated all that they made us go through when I left school.

Of late, UP has been topping the Bar which is really no surprise at all.  And while I have no access to the passing average, I know that Ateneo remains very consistent in having a higher passing average than the state university.  UP will say it’s because from day 1 on, the Ateneans are taught to answer the Bar, and the state scholars are taught how to be lawyers out in the world.

It’s been a decade since I left the halls of the Ateneo School of Law, and it wasn’t the sprawling grounds in Rockwell then but that solitary building on H.V. De La Costa street.  My choices for law school were only between UP and Ateneo, and I make no bones about the fact that I ended up in Ateneo because they saw something in me that UP didn’t.  (That’s not sourgraping, that’s  a fact.) 

My days in law school saw me inventing study habits that I did not have in UP where I managed to coast through on my gift of gab and my ability to write.  By my sophomore year, I was no longer being chauffered to school but commuting for the first time in my life — a nerve-wracking but humbling experience that eventually saw me skilled enough to cross the Sen. Gil Puyat Avenue end of EDSA in front of Dasma in my heels even late at night.

I entered law school after extending 2 years in college, so I somehow managed to have 2 years of world knowledge over my classmates.  They were surprised to hear me defining what a “midnight decree” was when it was not in the text books — which was simply street smarts combined with my ability to say something coherent which sounded like it was memorized from some text book.

Right about the same time I learned how to commute, I started working part time to help me with the mounting expense of books, photocopying, and dressing up according to the Corporate attire requried by Ateneo.  I also learned how to eat balot to help me keep my strenght up as I studied late into the night, waking up to hit school, then repeating that over again.

By my junior year, I was working full time and traveling to boot.  There were days when I would come to class and would be unable to give an answer during recitation for the simple reason I wasn’t able to read the assignment.  From working as a newscaster on RJFM to ending with a stint in an Advertising Agency before I took the Bar, I managed to supplement the costs of school as well by writing digests or summaries of the cases which were assigned by the professors, typing them up at work and then charging for the photocopying or print outs.  It helped me study for the lessons in advance, write coherently and succintly and find some additional spending money.

One memorable part of being in law school is how I would fall in line in the cafeteria with my dear friends Onggie and Reagan, just to make lambing that Onggie get me the arroz caldo and Reagan get me the puto.  One of the boys was behind us and asked in jest if I didn’t have any money, to which I replied that my payday was still a day away.

Those were humbling days indeed but I saw myself through law school somehow.  Although I finished law school in 1994, I postponed taking the Bar because I did not have the resources nor the time to stop work and study full time for a heads on review.  By 1995, my Mom begged me to take the Bar and told me that she knew God will provide.  And she assured me just as any mother would that it would be alright if I didn’t make it.. the important thing was for me to try..

So I filed my application before the deadline in June, and I took a leave of absence from work only the week before the Bar month of September.  (The Bar exams are 4 Sundays.)  I will reserve the Bar Experience for another post, but suffice it to say that it was not an easy task, but I made it.

I never really practiced law but have dabbled in Corporate Communications instead.  But in my heart and mind, I have achieved what I have always wanted to achieve — pass the Bar, and that is what makes me a lawyer, body and soul.  When I came here to New York, I made an agreement with Alan that I was putting aside any legal aspirations as I wanted to start a family.  Perhaps when Angel is grown up, I can go back to that one love.. for now, I have a greater love I’m nurturing.  After all, I know deep inside me — once a lawyer, always a lawyer.

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