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Random: PAD Office Talks

I am a Board Member of Phi Alpha Delta, Ford Chapter.

It also just so happens that many of my best friends are also Board Members.

So, when we have breaks between classes, we usually end up congregating in the Phi Alpha Delta (PAD) Office. It has two desks, a fridge, a couch and some odd chairs. We can usually fit a good 10 people in the small office to just hang out and talk.

Last Wednesday, we had one of those PAD Office moments and were talking about Barrister’s Ball (aka Law School Prom). One of our friends, AB mentioned that he just bought tickets. Naturally, we all oooh’ed over the prospect and asked him who his date was. He said it was a girl he had been seeing over the summer. And he recounted the story of how they started dating again.

His grandmother had given him Phantom of the Opera tickets (girls drool…), and AB being a boy and all, didn’t really check the date. He just knew it was on a Saturday.

So, he called up this girl and asked her out to the show.

She paused, sounded uncomfortable, and agreed.

AB wondered why and asked his roommate, IC. His roommate gave him a strange look and said, “You realize that Saturday is Valentines Day, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“February 14th is Valentines Day.”

“OH. I never knew that.”

All the girls were flabbergasted to say the least. How do you survive to be 23 years old and NOT know what date Valentines Day is? How is that even possible?

At least he learned his lesson, and got a Barrister’s date out of it.

Go AB!

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I Give Up…

Today is Ash Wednesday.

If you’re a good Roman Catholic, it marks the beginning of the Lent Season.  oooohhh…Lent…

It’s time to play the Give Up Game!

I find it amusing the kinds of things that people give up:

1. things that they were gonna do anyway: give up rice and soda = diet

2. things that they have always thought was bad anyway: give up smoking and alcohol

3. things that they don’t really engage in: give up shooting cute animals

4. things that are kind of absurd: give up wearing flip-flops (Ian!) — although in LA that really might be a sacrifice…

5. things that are impossible: give up going online in class (ha!)

6. things that are mean: give up boyfriend or girlfriend (lame = 40 day free pass?)

7. OR things that are extreme: 40 day fast ala Jesus Christ or Ghandi

I sometimes just am amused at how Lent is being used for all these games.  Boyfriend’s mom explained it as giving up something that is blocking my path to Christ.  If I really think about it, I don’t even know if I am on the path to Christ.  I mean, what does it look like anyway?  A glowing brick road?

I’m gonna go to hell now for sure.

On that note, I still haven’t decided what I should give up this time around.  Boyfriend thinks I should give up being so conservative and cautious in my Point of View.  It means drinking more, cursing more, and partying more…

I kind of don’t mind. At least if it’s only for 40 days.  And besides, I give up halfway through anyway. Hahah!  If Lent is just all for fun, then I’m game.  I know that my Catholic conscience is gonna kick me in the uterus for not taking Lent seriously.  I mean, I know the story about why we celebrate Lent and the Passion of Christ…but somehow it’s hard to put it in the same context of giving up rice and soda, or even smoking or alcohol.  I think that it would make more sense if people did something affirmative, like donating time to charity, or planting a tree, or nailing themselves to a cross.  Just saying.  People do it.

So, I’ve decided that instead of giving up

soda – since i don’t drink enough to make it a sacrifice

cursing – i don’t do it often enough for people to even notice I haven’t cursed in a while

smoking – don’t do it.

drinking – not often enough to make a dent in my sainthood career

facebook, or going online or gchatting – because, really, HOW does it put me on a path to Christ by doing that?

or flip-flops, or my boyfriend or anything else in between…

I have decided that I will perform one good deed a day.

And that one time I didn’t recycle today doesn’t count.

What do you say?  Wanna join me?

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Ever since I could read three letter words (circa The Bad Hat), I have loved reading. I used to beg my mom for books instead of toys. I stayed up all odd hours of the night, curled up next to my nightlight just to do some more reading.

Now, I absolutely abhor the thought of having to read.

What has happened to me?

One guess: LAW SCHOOL.

ARRRRGGHHHH!

I am taking four classes this semester. While none of my classes require any papers to be written or researched (which I am still thanking the Gods of Scheduling and Syllabus-Writing), they still all require an incredible amount of reading to be done each week.

Comprehensive Criminal Procedure puts in about 80 something pages per week.
California Real Estate Finance adds another 50 to 60 pages a week.
International Protection of Human Rights adds another whopping 100 pages of reading a week (I’m counting all the additional readings our professor emails to us mid-week)
and finally, Business Associations gives us a reasonable 30 pages of reading per week.

All in all, this makes reading such a hassle. After reading over 200 pages of legalese a week, it really makes reading even a magazine distasteful. I’ve never been one to skip over the reading aisle in a grocery store, but now I just glance over it and think, “Who has time to read all this crap?”

Oh…well, I guess the rest of the world does.

F U Law School, for making me hate reading.

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Boyfriend and I went up to Mammoth Lakes, CA for some snow and fun for Valentines Weekend. I actually blogged about it in HERE. It was a great weekend and super fun!

However, on Tuesday, it was back to the grind and back to work.

I have to say that for it being the 5th day on the job, I was still pretty interested. Time literally just flies.

One minute it’s 9 AM and I’ve just checked my email and voice messages, and the next it’s 11:30 AM and I’m trying to run after a 1:30 PM court hearing deadline. And then I try to grab a quick bite and I look at the clock again it’s 2:42 PM and I’ve still got some Pleadings to file before 4:30 PM.

Finally, around 5 PM, things feel a little slower. It’s usually at that time when I realize that I need to readjust the tense set of my shoulders. I am supposed to get off work at 6 PM. So far, that hasn’t happened yet. It’s okay, because I get paid overtime. Hehehe. Usually, around 5, I am aching for the clock to hit 6 PM so I can go. The reality, however, has always been more like 5:15 PM, I’m begging the Time Gods to haul ass. But something always takes my attention away, whether it’s doing client intake interviews (divorces and bankruptcies are D-E-P-R-E-S-S-I-N-G) such that the next time I look at the clock, I usually think, oh shit, it’s 6:40 already???

After that, I do some quick Billing, and haul my ass outta there.

I’m usually pretty wiped by the time I get home, usually around 7:40 PM, but I force myself to do at least 10 pages of reading for every class. It makes me feel like I’m really trying. Hahaha…sadness.

Anyway…on Wednesdays, I have class back-to-back-to-back.

10-12 PM CRIMINAL PROCEDURE
(this class seriously drags, but i love the teacher)
12- 1:10 PM LUNCH
1:10-2:40 PM INTERNATIONAL PROTECTION OF HUMAN RIGHTS
(fun teacher, terrible class structure, and a TON of reading…blah)
2:50-5:50 PM SECURED TRANSACTIONS IN REAL PROPERTY
(probably my favorite class taught by my least favorite teacher, yuck!)
6 – 8 PM BUSINESS ASSOCIATIONS
(easiest reading, lively, talkative teacher, but damn…I am exhausted.)

So today, I’m struggling to find something good that happened.
I didn’t wake up as early as I wanted to so that I could get to DMV (I lost my license on the slopes on Monday), so that made me cranky. I also just got super annoyed with S today just because of douchebaggery and how proud he is of such status. Ugh. And all in all it was sort of just a blah day.

I guess the one ray of sunshine…since this blog is supposed to be about such sunshiney rays is that I managed to contact WF and order a new debit card…and well, hey, I’m still alive, alert, awake and semi-enthusiastic at this time!

Now, if only I can get my ass out of the apartment for a work out, I might just come out a little happier today.

xxx

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Rice Crispies Treats

JUST CUZ!

I know, I know, it’s on the box of the Rice Krispies cereal. But who knew it was so easy?

I’m just spreading the good word!

Ingredients:

6 cups of rice crispies
3 tbs of butter or margarine (I think it works fine with less…)
4 cups of marshmallows (approx. 10 oz.)
* I used marshmallow creme, and only used one can which was 7 oz.

Directions:

1. In a medium sauce pan, melt the butter.
2. Add the marshmallows and mix until melted.
3. Remove from heat.
4. Add the rice crispies.
5. Mix well.
6. Spread out on a baking pan. Use a ladle or wax paper to press down firmly.
7. Let cool.
8. Cut into square pieces.
9. ENJOY!

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WHEN:

When the laughter’s gone

What is left?

When the fun has stopped

What mem’ry is kept?

When two becomes three

Who will have to go?

When the warmth has gone

Will chilling tears flow?

When change comes around

What can stay the same?

When trust is betrayed

Who is to blame?

When we can’t hold on,

Should we let go?

When we can’t let go,

How do we hold on?

When friendship fades…

How do we say goodbye?

WALK AWAY

by Isabelle Tan

I remember the summer you left me.

I can still feel the salt in the air, the sand in the wind, and the sun in my eyes. I could taste the summer through the rolled-down car window as I stuck my head through it, the car breezing down the cliff-side road.

(more…)

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Yesterday, another one of my friends got engaged.

Another one.

Seriously?

Where did all these wedding bells come from?

It’s a real rude awakening when you realize that you’re at an age when everyone around you left and right is getting married. I know that if I lived in a sitcom, I’d probably be scripted to freak out about that.  Lament at how old I am.  Wonder if my boyfriend really loves me.  Or whether I will ever get married. Or even jump several years ahead and think about whether my babies will have Down Syndrome because I’d be too old to have normal babies.

Well, I personally don’t really know how to feel about it.

Part of me is naturally jealous.

I admit it.

I mean, what girl would not want a guy to commit to her like that?  What girl would not want a symbol of his undying love and devotion? Okay, just kidding…but honestly, as a believer in marriage, I like to think of the proposal as a promise to be there no matter what.

Now that I’ve grown up a bit, I do realize what a gift it is to have someone there for you.  To have someone to come home to.  To have someone to lay your head on, and ultimately just someone who cares about you so much.

Part of me is also in jaw-dropping shock.

I think, “We’re so young!” and “There’s still so much to be done!” and “Are you sure you’re ready?!?!”

It makes me wonder whether my reaction is just a sign that I also think of marriage as “the end” of something.  I know, I know, it’s the beginning of something beautiful. Sure…

I’m more of a subscriber of the idea that Marriage is about commitment and protecting the people you love.  I don’t really necessarily think it’s rainbows and butterflies.  As Ben Affleck (yeah, I can’t believe I’m quoting the guy either) once said:

“Marriage hath in it less of beauty but more of safety, than the single life; it hath more care, but less danger, it is more merry, and more sad; it is fuller of sorrows, and fuller of joys; it lies under more burdens, but it is supported by all the strengths of love and charity, and those burdens are delightful.”

And I think that’s what I’m jealous of, and what I’m afraid of.

It’s just the same thing, except you choose the person you want to be with and you make that leap of faith.

I don’t know how you find that faith.  I’m scared mostly because it has to be a two-way leap, y’know? Kinda like catching each other.  My mom once had this figurine of two angels clinging together.  It had an inscription that said:

We are angels each with but one wing. We can only fly holding each other.

I think part of that faith is believing that the other person is there to hold you and catch you when you make that leap.  I’m jealous of that.  And I’m scared that it might not be there for everyone.

On the other hand, I think the fear is there because I’m not ready to take that leap.

Oxytocin. I think I need some more.  And maybe then, I’ll see the rainbows and butterflies.

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Thursday February 5, 2009

Early morning start to get to Pasadena for a call-back interview by 9 am. It was a good call-back interview considering they asked, “How would you feel about working with us?” Pretty damn good, actually.

So, I spent the morning there, filling in paperwork, signing confidentiality agreements and learning where the bathroom is. Basic stuff.

Then, I rushed home and changed out of my “professional” outfit. Mostly, I just wanted to get out of my pointy-toed high heels. Sexy, yes. But I chipped my toenail the night before and thus it hurt like freakin’ hell. After I changed into flip-flops (and didn’t care that it rained), I went to school. I had promised my friend, Austin, that I would make sure to make it to his school event. It wasn’t a shabby event either. He had Gloria Allred — yes, THE Gloria Allred — to come in and speak during lunch.

She’s a spunky, funky lady.

The rest of the afternoon, I spent on trying to get work done at home. That actually mostly means I watched the Spike TV daily marathon of CSI: NY and CSI.

I adore those shows.

Especially Gary Sinise, William Petersen, George Eads, Carmine Giovinazzo, and Eddie Cahill. LoL.

I’m curious about Lawrence Fishburne being in CSI now, but haven’t actually watched the new episodes…

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Lost Then Found

Good news!

I found my lost Comprehensive Criminal Procedure book! *Now everyone burst into applause!* Actually, I was beginning to really worry. The semester just started a few weeks ago, and without my book, I would surely be put in the proverbial Socratic law school spotlight and know even less than I usually do.

I would fail.

Or I could have bought a new book and been down $200 dollars more.

I would still feel like an utter failure. Or at least, really, really bad.

But luckily, I have awesome friends. Matias, a schoolmate, purposely bumped into me, grinning widely. “Hey, Dork,” he greeted.

I frowned ferociously at him. I had just come back from an unsuccessful trip to the Lost and Found ‘department’ in school. “Dork?” I asked caustically.

“Why the big frown?” he asked, a grin still on his face.

“I’m in a bad mood.” I snapped. (I’m really not a horrible person. But when you’re broke and it dawns on you that you’d have to shell out $200 for a three inch thick book [I had decided it was better to be poor than tell your law school professor you lost your book]…it’s impossible to have sunshine in the personality.)

His lips twitched and his hazel eyes danced more than usual. “Is it because you lost your book?”

I lifted a brow. “Yeah. Did you steal it?”

He smiled. “No. But I would bet you lost it in the Student Lounge.”

I reared back slightly. The Student Lounge was exactly where I had told the Lost and Found guys I may have possibly lost my book. “What? How would you know that?”

“I don’t know. I mean, there’s a Criminal Procedure book laying on the coffee table in the back, right next to the couches I study in almost everyday,” he replied lightly. “It’s been there for the last five days.”

It had been five days since Book and I were separated.

I beamed at him, sunshine pouring out of my every pore. “Matias, you ROCK!”

He smiled his charismatic smile and gestured towards the Student Lounge. “Better go get it before someone else takes it.”

And that is the story about how Comprehensive Criminal Procedure Book and I got reunited.

The end.

I also had a fabulous dinner with my two best friends at Ebisu.

We shared childhood stories and talked about the differences between the sexes. Yes, aside from the obvious. It was a precursor conversation for the movie roomie and I will be watching at midnight tomorrow: He’s Just Not That Into You.

Men are from Mars. For sure.

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