Kath Leomo
18 August 2008 @ 08:21 pm
I have been quite LJ dead for the past week. Mostly because I have been sick, and i have article back-log due to my absence.


In the meantime, let me choke your friends page with some pic spam. Let me tell you about some of my friends:

They are the type to make you appreciate the good things in life: from cheap 40p lunches in some random turo-turo in Laguna, to unplanned overnight trips to wherever, to knowing that they got your back no matter how many shit you've been in. They make me realize the value of best friends, hello to my beloved Joi and Elaine.

That weekend in pic spam: )
 
 
The Night Starts Here: bahay na, baby!
The Very Thing: pleased
Celebration Guns: I Wear my Sunglasses at Night || Corey Heart
 
 
Kath Leomo
17 March 2008 @ 01:48 pm
There's the dreaded hell week.

Oh yeah, you heard me right. Which mostly involves cramming 5 months of readings into your head, and making digests of 250+ cases which you have to pass in less than two weeks.

Pray for my retention. I promise to be more coherent next time.
 
 
The Very Thing: rushed
Celebration Guns: The National - Brainy
 
 
Kath Leomo
10 December 2007 @ 10:15 am
You know what they all say when people judge you for how you look. Because obviously, you can't see brilliance from ten feet away. But you can see skin, tattered jeans, slippers, among other things.

In the school where I study, it's not much different. You obviously have to dress the part. Whichever role fits the play that day. So for posterity's and remembrance's sake, me tell you SECOND SEM's dress codes.

MONDAY: Dress-like-a-movie-star day
   
    By dress like a movie star you know I mean, dress like you're going to some tamed down fashion show, or a beauty pageant, sans the gown. Because Judge A*ong only gives high grades to pretty girls. Because he remembers girls better than boys, pretty girls over boys. Well, you get the deal. That even if you don't do well in the recitation, mr dirty old senile man, will give you a high grade if you look cute/dressed like a movie star.

TUESDAY:  No Classes

      
Self-explanatory. There is no class for me for today, that must mean I don't even need to take a bath and comb my hair. You can even walk around the house naked if you want, because no one will care what you look like.

WEDNESDAY: Dress-like-a-magsasaka day

      
Dress-like-a-magsasaka day: Semi rolled-up Tattered jeans, tattered sandals/shoes, plain shirts. If you want, you could even throw a good morning towel just for kicks. Let me tell you something about my teacher for Wednesday: he is so proud that he was from the working class, that his family used to farm/rent a farm to be able to meet his family's needs. That he always make it a point to make us appreciate our lot in life. Obviously, if you give a good recit AND he thinks you are from the working class too, he's going to sympathize for your cause, and will treat you nicer. AND *might* give you a nice(r) grade.

THURSDAY: Dress-like-the-working-class day

   
Same reason as the preceding paragraph. But, you have to dress like you go to work, like a mediocre paying job where they expect you to wear high heels all day and pay you little for it, or something to that effect. Or dress as if that day you just had a job interview. Thursday is a little different than Wednesday because of the addition of one teacher, who talks as if he's interviewing students all day.

FRIDAY: Dress-like-a-haggard day

   
Today is the day for terror lady professors who, they say, hates girls. Who obviously does not like girls who dress pretty, but rambles during recitation. So to equalize the occasional rambling, one must dress as if she studied all night, as if she does not have a social life, who only studies law until the wee hours of morning. So that Judge OrangeJuice will not get easily pricked.

SATURDAY: Dress Code Rest

      
Come as you are, baby. Dress up wearing anything you like. So as long as it is not: sleeveless, no open toed shoes, no skirts/shorts that goes higher than the knee.

After following all these rules for dress code, let's just pray that after this, you're golden.
 
 
The Night Starts Here: Novaliches
The Very Thing: amused
Celebration Guns: Black Marble Tiles || Hooverphonic
 
 
Kath Leomo
16 June 2007 @ 12:10 pm
...are geeks with very boring lives!!

Whoever invented going to school on a Saturday must not have friends at all. And no, I am not being over-reactive about it.

I hate Saturday classes. Weekends should be spent lounging around in shorts and sando, eating pancit canton or lugaw, or wth is around the house, and MAYBE on higher, holier days to see tbi♥ and meet him on dates. Or Saturday debate trainings. Or anything EXCEPT going to class.

holy, holy, i hate the Manila weather. 37 degrees, everyone!
 
 
The Very Thing: irritated
Celebration Guns: We Share Our Mother's Health (Trentmoller Remix) || The Knife