April 23-28, 2014
. The past days have been a blur. At the heels of a week-long trip to Australia, I had not fully recovered from disorientation. I had not taken a lot of pictures the past days because my phone’s screen was already a mosaic of shattered pieces of glass precariously held together by some inherent Samsung adhesive, and one crack had covered the front camera. And aside from that, I have been un-inspired, suffering from a specie of ennui the past weeks. I’m not sure why, and I don’t really want to answer the question.
Together with my incoming and outgoing co-officers in the student council, we went to San Juan, Batangas for a beach outing, right before some of us flew to Zamboanga to attend the national convention of the Association of Law Students of the Philippines (ALSP). The trip to Batangas was a comfortable one. I ended up with a big bruise on my buttocks after falling off from the staircase, but it was all fine. The trip to Zamboanga on the other hand was punctuated by such an uncomfortable bus ride from Dipolog to Zamboanga City as we traversed Zamboanga peninsula in an effort to board our flight back to Manila.
April 16, 2014. We were booked on a tour to the Blue Mountains, a national park west of Sydney. Spectacular views. We were likewise brought to a small zoo where we were able to interact with some kangaroos, koalas and emus. Instead of taking the road back to Sydney, we were ferried on a, well, ferry along the Parramatta River as the sun was setting down. I met up with a childhood friend and her sister for a night out in Sydney.
March 30 – April 5, 2014.
March 26, 2014. A very spontaneous trip to the National Museum with my law school classmates. I had originally just planned to go to the City Hall to work out some papers, tagging some friends along, and we ended up passing by the National Museum along the way after one of us admitted never having set foot inside.
March 21, 2014. Donning their crisp barongs and dresses, and the cowboy hats and summer hats we had earlier bought in Divisoria, our prospective Thomasian bar candidates took their Thomasian oaths as they attended the Baccalaureate Mass for graduates of the University this year.
This is the batch I had entered the University of Santo Tomas together with in the year 2010, and it is with much sentimentality and bittersweet affection that I bid them good luck as they undergo the tradition of walking out of the Arch of the Centuries as the mass ended. It fills me with sadness that I have not been able to graduate with them, but nevertheless it gives me much hope that they will surely make us all proud.
December 11, 2012. Oftentimes, after our evening classes in law school, we would go our own ways making our own choices as to where to have our well-deserved meals. Tonight, many of us decided to head to the same fastfood place just behind school, a convenient choice.
September 27, 2012. As a requirement for one of our Evidence class in law school, some of us has to present a visual case report. One of our classmates asked some of us to pose in tableaus as policemen and criminal suspects, complete with costumes. SO after one of our evening classes, we went to some street perpendicular to España and shot some photos. It was a hilarity! And an embarrassment for those who posed, so I won’t upload them here.
Since we were all in this together, the block decided to have dinner together beforehand at everyone’s default go-to place for gatherings–Shakey’s España.
September 15, 2012. My law school friends and I attended the UST Law student council’s annual “BarOps kick-off” party, this year dubbed a “black light” party.
September 1, 2012. The end of our midterm exams always calls for a collective celebration with the class! Our modest venue for this particular party is one of the billiards room in Savory Restaurant along Earnshaw in Sampaloc, Manila, just a few blocks and a few minutes drive from the UST campus.
It was a night of drunken karaoke fun. We didn’t really play billiards. Haha. We instead converted the pool table it into our food table and bar, much to the horror of the restaurant owner perhaps.