All posts filed under: Something personal

I’m depressed, employed, and I go to grad school: How I (try to) make it work

NB: This blog post waited for a long time to be written. I wanted to see how well I would do in my first semester of graduate school. Admittedly, I expected to fail. But through hard work and loads of perseverance, and with loads of familial support, I did better than I expected. This entry is inspired by a Girlboss article I read over two years ago; it has helped me to become productive. I have decided to put my own spin with regard to the aforementioned article, and at the same time, I would still like to integrate it to the things I have learned from it. I also suggest that the reader take the time to read the original article first before reading this one. More than three years ago, I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety. It was, in some odd way, a relief that I had that closure; for a long time since I was a teenager (and probably as far as my childhood), I knew that there was something wrong with …

Productive Fridays, satisfying car door slams, and much, much more.

  Image credit here   Eurgh. Probably the best way to describe how I feel today is that I’m tired. Bone tired. Today’s been a long day at work. But I’m pretty satisfied about how it turned out. I did three out of five tasks in my to-do list, I managed to study/prepare for my report that’s due after midterms, and I was able to get what I needed. #hellopaydaythankyou I’m actually trying to keep this post a little more serious–at this moment, I’m taking stock of where I am emotionally and mentally. Last year, I was a wreck. This year, medications notwithstanding, I could say that I’m in a better place. Oh yes, there are still days of agitation, stress, and dealing with toxic people, but I was able to cope. Without going into pieces, that is. I now have someone helping me with the minutiae of work, and I get along well with that colleague. Hopefully next year, I will have the confidence to apply for a promotion–and I will close my ears …

A letter to the law school freshman.

Dear Law School Freshie, I’m sitting here writing a letter to you, the law school freshman. There was a bit of mental see-sawing before I started to write this post. First things first–I am not a law student. Hear me out–I used to be one. Leaving law school was a difficult decision to make, yet, at the same time, the best one. It isn’t because the passion isn’t there anymore, but I needed to take that breather. Anyway, here’s the tea: law school is a rollercoaster. Having been in it for years has helped me become a stronger person emotionally. I’m not scaring you off, but there are a few points I need to make.

I’m saying goodbye to law school. And it’s okay.

Yes, it actually is, despite the fact that writing this is the one of the hardest things I’ve had to do. For years, I had my game plan–study law with enough passion to make a candle burn; take the Bar after graduation, and (God willing) pass the Bar, take the oath (at one point, I could recite it in my sleep), and sign in the Roll of Attorneys in front of the Bar Confidant. Sounds easy, right? No, not at all! I won’t lie, I failed subjects too, but not without learning the lesson behind it. There were times when I’ve wondered what was the point of the Negotiable Instruments Law, or the law on Partnership–or whether one is solidarily or jointly liable for some unfullfilled obligations. These thoughts, however, were formed during one of my weaker moments.

Hey baby, it’s okay.

So finally, I took a short trip out of the urban jungle that is Manila. Finally, after almost five years! A little warning: this post will be at the danger of sounding like I’m half-bottle of whining, but I promise, I’ll do my best to make sure it won’t go there. I haven’t been doing at all well lately, emotionally, that is. Well, to be honest, it’s only partly true. I have my good days. But some days were…meh. Which is why I stayed away from blogging, because I just didn’t feel like writing anything. I did feel guilty about not writing anything at all.

Read || The Lost Art of Keeping Secrets by Eva Rice

How are you? How was your Valentine’s Day? Hope it went well. 🙂 This is a book that I’ve been dying to review–but I re-read this book over and over to do this review justice. 🙂 It’s definitely my favourite book at the moment, and it’s been totally worth it to buy on Amazon. Because sadly, it’s not available in book shops in the Philippines. Yeah, I’m talking to you National Bookstore, Powerbooks, and Fully Booked. And people are missing a lot not reading this book! Well, at least I think so. Eva Rice’s The Lost Art of Keeping Secrets takes place in 1950s England, a country still recovering from the effects of the Second World War, and still coping with rationing. At the same time, England was also invaded by America.

Gifts the student in your life will appreciate AT ANY SEASON

  Missed a birthday? Too late for Christmas? Not able to make it for Valentine’s Day? Got a student in your life you need to appreciate? While this post is actually late, one can still give gifts that can be used throughout the year–especially when the recipient is a student! This post was inspired by a memory in law school: it was the season for class Christmas parties and exchanging gifts. One of my classmates played it safe and included a wishlist (I kid you not) along with the slip of paper where her “code name” was scribbled. Her list included: Post-Its (five pieces, the long yellow ones) Pilot G-Tech pens (0.3/0.4)–black, blue and red: TWO OF EACH Stabilo Boss Highlighters (Blue, Yellow, Pink, Orange, Green–AGAIN, TWO OF EACH) Index cards, both sides unruled; 100 pieces. 1 ten piece set of Staedtler Fineliner pens Okay, I can go on all afternoon! But at least you get the gist. The funny thing was, she wasn’t alone where wishlists were concerned. A few classmates even ventured as …

Soup du jour: Cream of carrot and celery soup

The holidays have come and gone! To be honest, I’m still feeling stuffed, and mind, we didn’t even prepare a lot of food! For Christmas, we had roast chicken (followed Gordon Ramsay’s recipe for roast turkey…but as turkey is a good deal more costly in the Philippines, I made do with a large chicken), pasta (recipe to be shared one of these days), and soup. For soup, traditionally we have a special kind of chicken macaroni soup every Christmas. This time, however, I wanted to try something new. To be honest, I was nervous about preparing this–as it would be my first time preparing it.   This soup recipe came from my late paternal aunt, who is the absolute queen (apart from my mum) of preparing good food. She shared this recipe to my older sister (do check out her blog), who made this soup quite often, but not too often as it to cease becoming a treat. When I was younger, I used to assist her in cooking and baking, and I would pretty …