e-legalmusings
These are the tales/musings/whinings/yakkings/longings of a city-dwelling blogger who calls herself "a reluctant lawyer." Except for the fact that this journal is electronic, there is nothing evolutionary (in techie terms) about it. The author does not give out legal opinion either. Sometimes, however, she blurts out unsolicited advice. She's now into photography, hoping it will make her rich.
Tuesday, August 31, 2004
Monday, August 23, 2004
morning delights
Heard over an AM radio station while cruising along EDSA:
. . . a job opening announcement for a "kitchen help" with the following qualifications: between 18 and 25 years old; with pleasing personality; speaks English well ; can make a salad.
. . . a seaman who committed suicide in a motel room, leaving a suicide note where he expressed exasperation over rich relatives who refused to help his family, among other things, and a plea to make a movie out of his life, to be topbilled by Richard Gomez. :-)
Hayyyy . . . .
Kumpleto na araw ko.
Monday, August 16, 2004
solfeggio
We are the members of Solfeggio (n. sightsinging from a score). One member is missing in the pic. We sing at Ermita Church (this is not the same as Malate Church) every Sunday at 8:00 a.m. We have varied occupations (lawyers, teachers, journalists/editors, ex-councilor/enterpreneur, recovery officer), varied interests (karaoke, flower horns and janitors [the fish, that is], jump rope, expats [wink-wink], cats and camels) and varied ambitions (Citipinoy pop idol; Bruce Lee of Tondo; the best traffic officer in Silang, Cavite; the sexiest mom in two months). We are not choosy: we sing at weddings, anniversaries, first communions, birthdays, baptismal parties and funeral masses.
We are driven by a common goal in life: to visit as a group all of the beach resorts/tourist spots in the Philippines.
Our price is always negotiable.
For a public demonstration of our singing prowess (naks!), just email me at mct@mctamayo.com.
Thursday, August 12, 2004
c'mon bernie
This is Dippy, one of the (three) greatest loves of my life. She's seen here playing this morning with Bernie, our first dog. We bought her in Clark. The seller said she was a St. Bernard. Papa Dens named her Bernie, thinking all the while that she was a male until a trip to the vet showed that she was not. Until this morning, Dippy was so scared of Bernie (for more than a month we had been telling her not to play with Bernie yet because we did not know then if she was already rabies-free) and so Dippy thought it was not right for her to play with Bernie. Good thing we had the leash. At least now she's comfortable with Bernie. Dippy's other pets are/were: parakeets named Larry (as in "Larry Bird" - corny noh?) and Moira, whom we had more than one year ago and who have not produced a single egg; six goldfish -- all gone, meaning "dead na"; rabbits named Fiona and Cottonball, about 5 months old, who now refuse to live in their cage because the grass is greener at the vacant lot beside our house. What's next? Hmmm..... Let's wait for Dani.