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  • is w0w! It’s 2009! HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL!
  • is back in LA!
  • is hungry.
  • is just kind of overwhelmed and underwhelmed at the same time…kinda just whelmed, i guess.
  • is back to reading, reading, reading…
  • is faaaaadiiinngg…
  • is bored.
  • is not wanting to read…but she knows she should.
  • has sun/wind-burned lips from hiking in Malibu with Dan.
  • is really looking forward to her birthday weekend!!!
  • LOVES Alice, Joy & Enny! You girls are the BEST!!!
  • + Tequila = NO Bueno.
  • is Tahoe-bound!!!
  • had an awesome birthday!!! Thanks for the birthday wishes, y’all!!!
  • is craving CUPCAKES.
  • doesn’t wanna read no more.
  • wishes she had something better to look forward to this weekend than Tax Training.
  • is a dumb fuck.
  • can’t find her happy place.
  • is frustrated with herself and just ready to give up.
  • is watching a cheesy sci-fi movie on the sci-fi channel.
  • is making pancakes for brunch.


  • actually practiced TKD today with Dan!
  • wishes.
  • can’t find her Crim Pro book. Help?
  • found her Crim Pro book!
  • found her Crim Pro book! Thanks, Matias!
  • is sleepy, tired and eye-twitchy in BizAzz.
  • thinks wii yoga is awesome after being bent over reading Criminal Procedure all afternoon.
  • thinks watching Family Guy on mute is kinda disturbing.
  • reminds her loan-needing friends that FAFSA is due March 2 in CA.
  • wishes she were on permanent vacation.
  • thinks studying for a Professional Responsibility test makes her feel kind of paranoid.


  • is skipping Barristers Ball and going to Mammoth instead.
  • had too much fun over the weekend and must now repent in the Library.
  • is to love and be loved is the greatest happiness..
  • Beautiful Disaster
  • dreamless
  • is redecorating and rearranging
  • Everything Changes-Staind
  • is now officially going to Whistler for Spring Break!
  • is broken.
  • Better in Time. Be Happy. Be Amazing. Be Loved.
  • loved the Alvin Ailey American Dance theater performance tonight! It Rocka My Soul!
  • FUCK.
  • is in NorCal with mom and grandma…and brother, and 15 aunts and uncles and a gazillion cousins…just sayin’…I’m home.
  • …I still do…
  • is angry and unhappy
  • kind of really wants to go snowboarding instead of going in to work tomorrow…siiiigh.
  • studying: FAIL.
  • i guess in the end…you start thinking about the beginning…
  • still hasn’t packed for Vegas, but already wants to go to bed…sigh.
  • is having pancakes for dinner.


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Random Thought #1

As I sat there eating my Mendocino Farms favorite, Kurobuta Pork Belly Banh Mi, I thought about how much I just love pork.


And then I thought about CSI. I watch a lot of CSI and I often just randomly relate a lot of things I observe throughout the day to something even more random I learned from CSI.

In that particular pork-loving moment, I think about how pig parts are used in humans (i.e. human heart transplants), and how science experiments are done on pigs because they are the most like humans.

I stared at my pork belly sandwich and thought…do I like pork so much because it tastes…human?


I was momentarily disturbed. Wondered briefly whether I would even know the difference between eating human flesh vs. pork belly.

But then I took another bite of my banh mi and shrugged. It’s all good…all the time.

Besides, how would I know what human flesh tastes like…? dun, dun, dun.

Okay, backing off the creepy train now.

Hella Random.

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Tonight, how I feel now, sitting here with tears on my face, is just one reminder that I was right.

I just wish I wasn’t.

But that’s the problem, isn’t it? I wish too hard, I wish too much.

And I’m just reminded that everything was always a disappointment.

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Transporter Fanfic

Title: Complications

Summary: Frank Martin hated complications. A glimpse into what made Frank the way he is.

Author’s Note: Because this is so much better and easier than writing for law school.


Frank Martin lived by a set of rules.

Rules were clear. Rules were rational. Rules were about knowing what was at the beginning, the middle and, definitely what was at the end. Rules meant that there would be no surprises.

Rules were meant to be broken.

He pitied the men who lived by that careless aphorism. Frank smirked mirthlessly, his slate gray eyes remaining cold. Not his rules. When he was doing his job, he only lived by three cardinal rules.


When the deal is made, no detail can be altered or renegotiated—not for any price. It was a simple rule, meant to keep everything precise, preclusive, and predictable. All t’s crossed, all i’s dotted, all scenarios envisioned and pre-planned. All possibilities anticipated and covered. This rule kept him alive.

Rule 2: NO NAMES

If he didn’t know, he couldn’t tell. If he couldn’t tell, he couldn’t be indicted. End of story. There was also the matter about how knowledge had a way of complicating the simplest matters. If he didn’t know, he couldn’t be asked to make judgments. He was just the transporter, a middle-man hired for his skills behind the wheel. Nothing more, nothing less.


Just as simple and as rational as Rule 2. All it required were cold discipline, plenty of discretion, and maybe a touch of disregard. After all, if he didn’t know, there was no way he could care. (more…)

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Marital Property Final today.

It’s really not that complicated. I keep telling myself that. Watch me muck up all the dates and formulas for calculating Community Property or Separate Property shares.

As I’ve told @sigh and Eon before, “People should just not get divorced.”  It’s just too complicated. And if they can’t NOT get divorced, then they people should just not get married.


So help me God.

**Edited post-final:

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?

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DA Fanfiction

Title: Remember When It Rained

Tag/Summary: They say in every relationship, there is one who loves the other more. Max wished she was the one who did.


They say in every relationship there is always one who loves the other more.

 Max wished she was the one who did.

             “Hey, Maxie, how about we play a lil’ hooky and spend some quality time together?” grinned Alec, wiggling his eyebrows playfully at her. “Just the two of us, whaddya say?”

             “I can’t, Alec,” she rolled her eyes at him. “I’ve got so much work to do. You know that.”

             He pouted that boyish pout of his.

            “Rain check?”


How many rain checks had she actually accumulated throughout the year? How many “next times” had she promised? Max’s lips curled bitterly. Too many to count. Now, she wished she had actually said ‘yes.’ Even just once.


             “C’mon, Alec…we really don’t have time for this.”

             He was holding a tray with two bowls of cereal on top. “There is always time for a little breakfast in bed with me.”

             She frowned at him. “I’m gonna be late.”

            “So?” he drawled lazily. “The whole world ain’t falling apart without your mighty leadership…at least not in the next hour or so.” He grinned. 

            “A-lec! I’m serious.”

            “You’re always serious.”

            There had been that tone in his voice, just the tiny creep of sadness that had her heart skipping a beat—not the kind that made her feel giddy, but the kind that made her feel dreadful. She had leaned over and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

            “How about just coffee?” she whispered.

            He had grinned from ear to ear.  “Coffee’s a start.”

Except, she realized, she had never had time for more than just coffee.

Time was an equalizer. Time was relative. Time was all she ever had.  A minute of pleasure was never enough. In agony, it was unbearable. And yet, it was the same sixty seconds of time. Max wished now that she had taken a minute to make a memory that would have lasted forever. (more…)

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Today, I opened my eyes and saw Winter.  (Last night, I didn’t close my blinds — don’t worry, we live too high up for anyone on the streets to see into the apartment, and my window faces empty air).  I wanted to b!#ch and moan and lament the loss of sunshine.  Oh, so perfect for finals…dreary.  Blah.  But really, I just couldn’t.

I love winter.

In the Philippines, there’s no such thing as winter.

So whenever Winter rolls around, I’m always giddy.  There’s something about the crisp cold wind, the heavy clouds, the bare trees, and the black-and-white starkness of the world that really appeals to me.  Maybe it’s because it’s like looking at the world like it was a black-and-white photograph.  It’s just starker, the details either standing out or blending it.  I just think it’s more evocative.

And then there’s snow. In the Philippines, there is no snow.

Snow remains a joyous miracle to me. Yes, I’m sure it’s ridiculously inconvenient for a lot of people who live in areas that get snowed in a lot.  I understand that driveways have to be shoveled, there’s ice on the sidewalks, and possibly frizzy hair, too.

But c’mon! This kind of stuff doesn’t happen in central part of the world! It’s special!

Plus, snow allows for such fun things as snowboarding, cross-country skiing, snowmobiling, snow angels, snowmen, snowball fights, sledding, dogsledding, and um…tobogganing.

Plus, the fact that my body just tends to run warmer. I think I was made for the cold, despite being born and raised in a tropical country. I would rather be cold anyday than be hot.  I am the one who would rather NOT be under the sheets, or who kicks off the blankets, I would rather blast AC and will probably be the last person to turn the heater up.  I am my own personal heater, haha!  So winter allows me to be comfortable in my own skin.

It’s really simple.  I just love Winter.


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Success! I found a couple of fairly well-done videos of the 112th Big Game between Cal and Stanford. 

This is all just CAL highlights.

Below is one that also features some of Stanford’s points.  I, unfortunately, actually like Toby Gerhart.  I know, sacrilege!!!  I can’t help it.  He’s really good.  Fellow Bears, please don’t hurt me.

Still, a good watch. Only shows how exciting the game actually was.  I was late to a good friend’s birthday dinner…and my only excuse was I couldn’t possibly leave the game. 

I also like the second video for the Spirit. 

Roll on you Bears!

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