Wednesday, July 27, 2011

July 24, 2011

I can't think of a title more apropos than the one I'm giving this entry. That date, that day will always be memorable. It's definitely one of the best days of my life.

I can't really divulge the details but suffice it to say that I will always be grateful to the Almighty Allah for that day. I've waited for it to happen for like...forever. I waited too long that I thought it would never happen. I'd almost given up hope that I considered forgetting it entirely.

But then it happened. It just happened. So fast and very unexpectedly.

Indeed, everything that's worth waiting for happens at the right time...or more appropriately, in Allah's time. If it's His will, no one or nothing can stop it from happening. The universe will conspire. Everything will just fall into place. And before you know it, it's there, unraveling itself in front of you, so fast that you'll have no chance to absorb it or let it sink into your head that it's all real.

OK, I know I'm not making any sense right now but I guess it's because I'm still in shock (the good kind). I'm still reeling from it. And it's given me a reason to smile like silly everyday (even when my days have been crappy lately).

Shukran, ya Allah, for that day. Shukran for all the blessings. I love you so much.

Friday, July 22, 2011

Alhamdulillah Ya Allah!

While I was at the shower, I suddenly thought of how lucky my sisters and I have been and how Allah (SWT) has blessed us despite our situation. And how I don't often thank Him for that. Silly me.

So let me take this opportunity to thank Him for continuously looking after us and for providing for us.

Shukran ya Allah for giving me the strength and courage to survive in a jungle called "Bar Review and Bar Exams".

Shukran ya Allah for letting me pass the Bar Exams.

Shukran ya Allah for giving me a job that allows me to do something I enjoy. Shukran for surrounding me with kind and wonderful people at my workplace and for giving me a work space that's conducive to productivity.

Shukran ya Allah for providing for us. Shukran for the comfortable shelters where we are currently staying in.

Shukran for keeping us healthy.

Shukran for protecting us from harm and for keeping us safe all the time.

Shukran for giving us such big-hearted, kind, generous people for a family. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. =)

Shukran ya Allah for everything you have provided for. I profusely apologize for being oblivious about my religious duties at times. Please forgive me for sinning, wittingly or unwittingly.

Shukran ya Allah, shukran. I can't thank you enough for being so kind to us, for everything that You have blessed us with.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Love for the Duchess

When Kate Middleton and Prince William announced their engagement to the whole world, my reaction was something like this: She's going to be a princess and she's NOT THAT pretty?!

Okay, don't get me wrong. I wasn't hating because I was one of the millions of girls out there wishing  she were in Katie Kate's shoes.

I'm talking about them.
And I wasn't hating at all. It's just that I've been a devout fan of the late Princess Di (thanks to my Mom's obsession over her) and thus my brain's been wired to somehow think that all princess should look as beautiful and regal as this:

But last week, I was browsing through pictures of Kate M.'s during her visit to Canada and California with her husband and there's something in her that made me, uhm, love her a little. Okay, I confess. I love her now!

So what is it, you ask? 

Her sartorial choices. Specifically, her very CLASSY/IC, VINTAGE, CHIC, TASTEFUL yet MODERN sartorial choices. I know her clothes are not jaw-dropping, like fashion-forward jaw-dropping, but her style exudes elegance, class and refinement. I've always professed that I love classic, vintage and timeless style and fashion (and that's why I don't really like following fashion trends) so when I saw what she wore during her trip to the North, it didn't matter that she wasn't Princess-Diana-pretty. I now respect this woman.

Very chic and sophisticated. I'll look for a similar ensemble for work. :)

Keeping it casual and laid-back. Ooooh, very nice.

I love this gown that she wore to the BAFTA soiree in California. It's very simple yet elegant. And classy.

I love the lace details on the shoulder! I must find a similar dress!!!

I'm not a big fan of the maple-leaf inspired hat but I absolutely love the cream wrap-around dress. And her shell-shaped, tasseled gold clutch is just love!

Little Miss Sunshine! I love her yellow dress! I saw a similar one at a department store! I'll definitely get it next week! :)

Bloody lovely. :)

I've seen her wear several dove-gray dresses. It must be one of her favorite colors.

Oooooh, I saw a navy blue lace dress that's similar to this piece she's wearing! I'll get it next week too! Yay! (And BOO! to getting broke!)

This wasn't taken during their C & C trip but I just had to include this one. Too pretty for words.


Aaaaah. I love this green dress of hers. And on her. I must find a similar one.
I must say I am now a Kate-konvert. She's definitely in my list of fashion/style icons/idols. I can't wait to see what she'll be wearing next in her public appearances!

Who Should We Love

I think this is something we should have been told to look for in a guy instead of these: "Find someone from a prominent family." "Find someone who's rich." "Find someone who has the same lineage as you." "Find someone who's successful career-wise."
Love someone who loves you not only for who you are but also for who you are not.

Love someone who truly takes care of you, someone who goes out of his way to be there for you.

Love someone who treats you like a princess, like a queen even when he knows that you are not a real-life royalty.

Love someone who loves and respects his mother and sisters...because a man who has those for the women in his life will surely treat you the same way.

Love someone who is not only kind and respectful to you but to others as well.

Love someone who can make you laugh with the silliest of things.

Love someone whom you can wrestle and play tickles with.

Love someone who is simple, humble and down-to-earth.

Above all, love someone who sacrifices so much to be with you, someone who does something out of the ordinary to take care of you, love you, and be his wife.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Alright, I Confess: My IQ is Equal to My Shoe Size.

I was in the middle of drafting a pleading when I learned that there's this person--okay, he's not just some random person; he's my mother's cousin, that is, my uncle--spreading this unfounded theory that I am not a law graduate of University of Santo Tomas but of Far Eastern University; that my paternal relatives are exaggerating my academic achievements and; that I am not really as smart as I seem to be or as some people would like to impress upon others.

My initial reaction upon learning about this very factual and truthful assertion?

I laughed out loud. Yes, LOL.

I can't help but feel sorry for this person. He must be leading a very, very miserable life that he had to go to the extent of maligning and discrediting the accomplishments of his OWN relative. (BTW, let this be a notice to the whole world, to the cosmos that I am hereby severing my familial ties with this person and from now on, I am no longer associated or affiliated with this vermin in any way.)

First of all, I would like to make it clear that I don't owe anyone an explanation. I don't have to publicly show my credentials to prove that I rightfully earned them. Hell, I don't even have to prove anything to anyone. But because the rumor of my imbecility came from a[n] (erstwhile) relative and of the fact that in this country, silence is always taken to mean implied admission, I shall present to you  hereinbelow the truth as honestly, objectively and fairly as I can.

If you're interested, read on.

There is truth to Mr. Miserable's (we'll call him that for purposes of this entry) claim that I studied in FEU. That's true. But what I took up from there was my pre-law course (AB Political Science). I studied law at the Faculty of Civil Law, UST. Thus, the contention, or better yet, the LIE that I am not a law graduate of UST, that I am not a Thomasian lawyer is utterly a product of Mr. Miserable's misery, jealousy, insecurities and psychotic tendencies.

Assuming for the sake of argument that I were indeed a graduate of FEU Law, what is wrong with that

Let it be noted that I am not impugning Mr. Miserable's assertion that I am an FEU law graduate because I am ashamed of my alma mater. I am doing so simply because it is not true!

I have always been proud of being an alumna of FEU. I've always considered myself a Tamaraw, even while I was at UST. I am proud of FEU not just because I took up my undergraduate course there but because it's from there that I learned and earned what I needed to survive law school and eventually pass the bar exams. Whatever I achieved and am presently achieving academic- and career-wise, it is hugely because of how the FEU educational system has positively molded me, my learning and my character. So to Mr. Miserable, I'm very sorry but you can't bring me down by broadcasting to the whole nation that I am actually from FEU because I, in truth and in fact, am and I'm very, very proud of it.

So how do I prove to you that I did study law at UST? 

Well, I can present to you an array of evidence. But I'm not going to do that because I don't want to descend to your pitiful, grim world. It's miserable down there. Awww. I commiserate with you.

To those who want to get to the bottom of this, who are curious or who are simply nosy, visit There, you will see that I served as Associate Case Law Editor, Articles and Jurisprudence Editor and, later on, Editor-in-Chief of the UST Law Review, the official law journal of the Faculty of Civil Law. I wrote three articles for the said legal journal. You can find it all in there. Now, if that isn't enough for you, I don't know what is...because, to borrow a line from President Obama,  "I would say that I can't spend all my time with my UST diploma plastered on my forehead."

As to the asseveration that my paternal relatives are exaggerating my academic and professional achievements, they plainly are not. They are just PROUD of me because, after all, that's how  NORMAL people should feel when someone they have blood and familial ties with achieve something as huge as passing the bar exams. To make things easier for you to understand, Mr. Miserable, what I'm in effect saying is that YOU ARE NOT NORMAL. You  are mentally challenged. You should see a psychologist/psychiatrist/therapist soon. May Allah help you get well.

Going to the final asseveration that I am NOT smart, I must confess it's true: I'm an imbecile. I'm dumb. I'm stupid. My IQ is equal to my shoe size (US/Canada) which is 10. Maybe that's why I graduated with a summa cum laude distinction. Maybe that's why I was a dean's lister in law school. Maybe that's why I passed the bar exams!

I am used to being a constant and/or favorite subject of speculations and rumors (I don't know why, I am by no means a celebrity) so this recent false accusations shouldn't bother me at all, right? But no. I am somehow disappointed not because of the stupid and unsupported allegations per se but because of the fact that the person who is spreading these things is, or should I say WAS, an uncle! It's dismaying that, in many instances, the people you expect to be proud of you are actually the ones who are determined to drag you down with them.

Oh well. I guess that's one ugly reality in this life that I must accept. I'll just pray for Mr. Miserable and others like him that God grant them more blessings than I have been receiving so they won't have to resort to fabricating stories to make their lives a wee bit interesting. And I pray that Mr. Miserable be saved from the fangs of KARMA because I know some people who got a good dose of its venom because of gossiping about innocent people. And by innocent, I mean those people who have not done anything wrong to these gossip- and rumormongers so as to justify the latter's schemes  and attempts to destroy the former. Ahem ahem. Don't be consumed by your insecurities and jealousy, Mr. Miserable. Everyone I know who allowed those to eat them up ended up more miserable than they've ever been. Be humble enough to admit and surrender to the fact that there are just others out there who are better than you. Like me. Haha. =)

I won't be surprised if the next rumor I hear about me is that I actually didn't pass the bar. Keep them coming because, with what you're doing, you're actually giving the Two-Headed Eagle more inspiration and motivation to soar even higher than she already is!

Spread love and peace, y'all.


When the Light Bulb Lights Up the Most

Most of the time, our brains come up with the best ideas when we're not forcing it to do so and/or when we're doing the simplest of tasks.

This morning, I had an epiphany of sorts--an idea for a strong argument in a tax case I'm presently handling came running across my cranium while I was cooking my baon for work at 2 AM. Brilliant. =)

Monday, July 4, 2011

I Always Wonder

When will the Two-Headed Eagle take off, soar and conquer the skies?