The Sweetest Downfall

I have found a new love in Samson. I could never be described as a techie person, until singleness has struck me that I have so evaded the state of being lonely to the point of yielding to technology in desperation. Yes, my months-old laptop has proven to be a great company.

Everyday, I look forward to come home so I can check my mails and update my blog, crimes I cannot and must not commit in the workplace. I also await the moment I can download new movies to add to my must-watch list.

With Samson in one of our excursions in Nuvali.

Regina Spektor’s song speaks of Samson as her sweetest downfall. My Samson is so much the same — a downfall because it can never love you back, and sweet at that because it can never hurt you (although the thought of something not loving you back already hurts).

With Samson with me, I can never be alone. So I am thinking of investing in more tech stuffs in the near future. Lord, I pray, that I am able to keep my job so I can afford more luxuries because Mama and Papa are not sponsoring anything not school-related, not even my allowances. LOL.

The Request

Earlier today, he said he wouldn’t ask for anything but that we be in good terms for the sake of our child.

He made a statement before that, “sana hindi na ako mapahiya.” Well it’s not that I am subjecting him to any form of embarrassment (unless this is it), but that he’s hoping for my approval to such request.

I didn’t know what to say, but I did say something —  that it’s going to be hard since I am still in the process of wanting to be capable of forgiveness.

It’s sad to remember the past especially when it sometimes feels like it was just yesterday. But I did take liberty to ask him what gives him the confidence to ask me when he should also be avoiding me (because, in a way, I abandoned him after our last ‘battle’). It was a short answer, “Nami-miss kita, ‘yun lang ‘yun.”

I gave him not in a short statement but in a shorter spirit, “Makakalimutan mo rin ako.”

The Redemption of A Criminal*

What I need is a good defense ’cause I’m feelin’ like a criminal, and I need to be redeemed to the one I’ve sinned against… – Criminal by Fiona Apple

I couldn’t help but keep on relating what transpired during our most recent class.

My friday class is my most awaited, not that it has anything to do with our subjects for that day, but it rather indicates that the week is almost over. And finally, I can go home, spend time with Paula, and complete a normal sleep cycle.

What I was expecting on this recently concluded friday was less pressure, so I didn’t make much effort the previous day. If you knew what happened the days before, you’d be convinced that I was justified for taking a short leave from studying. For my Statury Construction class, there were four people that should report before me. And because I was such a crammer, I never took time to read my case assignments while they were already more than 6 weeks waiting for me. I was confident on the basis of Father Ferrer’s pacing of the discussion wherein he usually makes introduction of the case first before calling the attention of the next reporter. But maybe because he was absent on our last meeting due to the Bashang, he made his introductions short and the cases presented were abnormally short, or the reporters are simply getting the hang of it that they almost mastered their assignments. Halfway through the class, the fact that our blockmate one person ahead of me had began reporting awakened my sleepy state. I was so scared because it would soon be me and I haven’t even read any of my cases. And f***, I didn’t even have my materials with me. It was an uneasy situation, I was concentrating and thinking how I was going to explain myself to my professor. Desperate, I asked a pal to pass a note to the person who’s about to report before me to slow down. Fortunately, the bell came soon after. I was close.

As you would see, I was called to recite for my Consti class last Monday. And following a normal course, I shouldn’t be called again anytime within the week because that left more than half of the class as candidates. Father B. has an established reputation of ‘normally’ following a certain order, although he occasionally makes minor cuts in our classcard deck. But this time, before he called up the first person, he made a minor cut which excused a few fellows from being called that day. So there was like a fast forward as a consequence, and increased the possibility of me being called. My heart was pounding hard thirty minutes before the time, and I was seven persons away then. Just when the person directly before me finished reciting, the bell saved me again.

On our last class, I became more confident. I did read a few the other night just to help me get through with the assignment for the weekend. Our professor for Criminal Law follows the normal way of calling people to recite — that is, random. He makes cuts every now and then so you always have to be prepared. But because I was called to recite on Thursday, I presumed he wouldn’t pick my classcard. On two consecutive times? It’s possible but highly improbable because there are more than 50 of us in the block and an hour can only accommodate about 10-15 people because we need to define terms, recite provisions verbatim, be cross-examined on hypothetical cases, and what-not. Again, I recited the previous day, and it was even a tragedy for me.

Let me tell you the Thursday incident. So there I was asked to agree or disagree whether a woman can make a defense that she suddenly blocked out and killed her husband, invoking  ‘temporary insanity’ as an exempting circumstance. There was nothing in the book about temporary insanity so I was caught off guard. Because of his so many questions, I resolved to finally say that there is no such a thing as temporary insanity as you can only be either insane (be it permanent or intermittent) or not, as insanity is defined as the total deprivation of intelligence. He asked if that situation would fall in any of the mitigating circumstances, which is on the next chapter of the book that I did not read yet. Before the class, though, I took some effort to memorize the mitigating circumstances just in case. It was good but not great enough to make me confident enough to recite — heck, there are 10 of them, btw. And since then he was asking about the mitigating circumstances, I didn’t get the follow-up questions and thought he wanted me to enumerate. We were in some debate so I apologized that I thought he was asking me to enumerate, so he said, “then go ahead, ENUMERATE.” I recited Article 13 of the Revised Penal Code with all the 10 mitigating circumstances. I didn’t even think that I’d make it to the last paragraph, but I did, luckily. Then he called someone else. I was not satisfied with my recitation so I thought I should redeem myself next week if I’d get lucky.

After such fateful day, who would think I’d be called upon again? But I was called on Friday. We were back on exempting circumstances and he was asking whether the pointing of a gun or a knife during a bank robbery would constitute an uncontrollable fear or an irresistable force. Three persons before me answered that it is an uncontrollable fear because there was no physical force but only threat. He was happy that finally one person disagreed when he called me. So I explained that because the person is using a weapon such as the gun or the knife, there is no other way that it can get further to be considered an irresistable force. So that mere pointing is already an irresistable force. I furthered that the moment the person inflicts an injury on me, there is no way I can prevent the injury from happening because it has been done, so there is no opportunity for an act to be an exempting circumstance to occur. He asked for an example of an uncontrollable fear so I can differentiate it from my definition of irresistable force. I gave a hypothetical situation that I was supposedly working on a pawnshop, someone called me on my phone asking me to steal a particular jewelry or else he’d kill my parents to whom he was already pointing a gun. That person let me speak to my parents to confirm their situation which convinced me of the necessity of complying with that person’s order. My professor even made a joke that I should have asked my mother where my birthmarks are located so I can really verify that they are not some other people. I said I couldn’t have asked further questions because I was dominated by fear and I could already tell by their voice that they were indeed my parents. After the funny remarks and laughing, he finally said, “Okay, let’s divide the class,” and put the question to a vote between me against the other three. I was somehow redeemed that most of the class sided with me against less than five people who voted in favor of ‘uncontrollable fear.’ It was a relief, although he left the issue hanging.

He shuffled the cards and called a few more people, and then suddenly it was me again. Two times, seriously? It was the call of the cards that he apologized for my misfortune. So he put me again on trial and asked me to compare justifying circumstances, exempting circumstances and absolutory causes. He did not ask further questions after giving my answers, maybe out of pity or out of logic that it would deprive opportunity for other people to recite and make their grades.

What a day. At least I was ‘somehow’ redeemed.

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*Don’t be misled. I don’t think there’s a provision in the Revised Penal Code that allows criminals to be ‘redeemed’. Hahaha. This is just for literary purposes and should be interpreted as such. Remember that I am not a legal authority (yet).

The V Proposition

Today we will talk about the Versuses. Don’t be misled, it’s nothing like the Marcoses or the Santoses who we know to be of political and showbiz character, respectively. I highly doubt that there are people in this country whose last names are often of Spanish or Chinese roots would have Versus as a last name. If that’s ever possible, it is highly improbable.

It is an undisputed fact that you cannot pursue lawyering without having to deal with the word ‘versus’, or simply ‘v’ for brevity. Case law, as a primary source of law in addition to statutory law, is generally characterized by the ‘v’ word — that, having a petitioner on one side, and the respondent on the other. It may be brought typically by a civil entity against another civil person, or the State against an individual. Whichever case may be, ‘v’ is indispensable.

In law school, we’ve had our encounters with ‘v’ too. Not that we are against one another.

Last week, during our library tour for our Legal Research course, our block was divided into two groups. During our last stop, my group were up to getting introduced to the OPAC or our local online system as a finding tool for references and legal materials. While the administrator was demonstrating how to use an online database, she asked for a title of a case which we may want to try searching. A bibo blockmate immediately suggested Lawrence v Texas as it was one of the most remarkable cases we were required to read for our Intro to Law course. So the woman started typing Lawrence in the title tab but the search provided no match. Suddenly recognizing that we were using a local product, I told my blockmates that we can never find the case in Philippine Jurisprudence and that we should use Westlaw instead. And so it was resolved.

Before leaving the room, one person was making fun of another blockmate by suggesting that we search for a case under the latter’s name. Another person remarked in response, “How about we try searching Aliens v Predators?” Then everyone started laughing. Then I said, “Freddie v Jason”, and another rebutted, “Plants v Zombies.”

Perhaps you have a ‘v’ idea, too. Mind sharing?

Of Coffee Cups and Thumbs Ups

I am a not anything more than a paradox of a stress-prone insomniac. And because of such disorder, I normally succumb to coffee when I’m confronted with a long list of to-dos, err, to-reads. Coffee is the only thing I know that can diminish one’s contempt of a foreseeable greater stress that will be brought about by excessive studying. But I will never admit to being a coffee addict nor the studious type of person.

Last weekend after a long beauty sleep, I forced my brother to drive me to the nearest coffee shop in that late hour. The idea of a free coffee convinced him to play the driver. I was technically high, a little less panicking with every turn of the page of my precious books. Before leaving, we agreed to be back home at midnight. And because I was getting higher and higher, I couldn’t leave the table without having to read up a significant portion of the assigned readings. And we stayed until 2 am.

I cannot accomplish this crime against sleep without my accomplice, Paula.

So Paula was deprived of sleep too that she was immediately knocked down while we drove home. And the addictus me, continued my reading until morning. Yes, no sleep. Just when I was about to go deeper into my slumber on my way to Makati, I got a ring (you know who). Foolish me, I shouldn’t have placed the bag with the phone on my lap. Ugh, those phone calls and exchange of texts totally bothered me that I was almost unable to regain some sleep before class.

Nevertheless, the coffee break that night kept me more centered on school.

Yesterday was long and exhausting but I got through it eventually. I am looking forward to be on half-day leave tomorrow so I can finally have a full sleep. Hopefully, no more phone calls and texts. And looking forward to spend good time with good friends. After which, I’ll exchange coffee for a Sleepasil to ensure a good night rest.

Coffee break equals bonding break!

A Confession from a Balat-Sibuyas

For crying out loud, I cried over a case I was reading for my Consti class. And I’m not making this up to catch attention. I literally shed tears.

I was even almost cursing while I tried to enjoy my beef teriyaki meal which I truly missed due to my busy schedule. F*** it, a case on Estrada? Just the thought of it could even make me wail for such story has long been overexposed and overrated. The impeachment proceedings fast approaching the Christmas season were the center of all TV networks and they were hailed like telenovelas. I was younger then, and I didn’t appreciate why they all had to go through such lengthy and tedious process just to oust a corrupt official.

I know better now. But I was not really drawn by the technicalities, or what they call ‘constitutionality’, of the case. Rather, I was moved by how the ponente described the national situation then, and I felt I was one of those people who came to EDSA and called for Erap’s resignation. But no, the words of Justice Puno were like daggers to my soul. And for the nth time, I felt I am Filipino.

“January 18 saw the high velocity intensification of the call for petitioner’s resignation. A 10-kilometer line of people holding lighted candles formed a human chain from the Ninoy Aquino Monument on Ayala Avenue in Makati City to the EDSA Shrine to symbolize the people’s solidarity in demanding petitioner’s resignation. Students and teachers walked out of their classes in Metro Manila to show their concordance. Speakers in the continuing rallies at the EDSA Shrine, all masters of the physics of persuasion, attracted more and more people.

“On January 19, the fall from power of the petitioner appeared inevitable. At 1:20 p.m., the petitioner informed Executive Secretary Edgardo Angara that General Angelo Reyes, Chief of Staff of the Armed Forces of the Philippines, had defected. At 2:30 p.m., petitioner agreed to the holding of a snap election for President where he would not be a candidate. It did not diffuse the growing crisis. At 3:00 p.m., Secretary of National Defense Orlando Mercado and General Reyes, together with the chiefs of all the armed services went to the EDSA Shrine. In the presence of former Presidents Aquino and Ramos and hundreds of thousands of cheering demonstrators, General Reyes declared that ‘on behalf of Your Armed Forces, the 130,000 strong members of the Armed Forces, we wish to announce that we are withdrawing our support to this government.’ A little later, PNP Chief, Director General Panfilo Lacson and the major service commanders gave a similar stunning announcement. Some Cabinet secretaries, undersecretaries, assistant secretaries, and bureau chiefs quickly resigned from their posts. Rallies for the resignation of the petitioner exploded in various parts of the country. To stem the tide of rage, petitioner announced he was ordering his lawyers to agree to the opening of the highly controversial second envelope. There was no turning back the tide. The tide had become a tsunami.”

These are excerpts from the case. They may not appeal that much to everyone — which, signifies that I am one true blood balat-sibuyas.

The Economics of Law School Investing

On a normal day, a 4-hour sleep is good enough to sustain me for a long-day bout with my subjects and my professors, not to mention the stress and pressure that a “star-studded” class imputes on the average law student. There is always the need of being able to keep up with their pace and their lingo, which is somehow comparable to that of a jejemon language that normal people cannot easily comprehend. Not that I condemn these conyo people but I don’t want to acquire their manner, which is, btw, contagious.

I guess it’s expected in an esteemed school such as the Ateneo that most of its students would come from the affluent few. However, culture is not the only factor that needs to be considered when one would attempt to balance the costs and benefits of going through law school. Of course, the high tuition fees are already given, which is somehow justified because our professors are making the most of what we pay. The miscellaneous fees are also given because we are paying for high quality facilities. Needless to say, law school is expensive; and those tuition and miscellaneous fees are just the tip of the iceberg for they only constitute what we call the ‘fixed input’ in a typical production equation. Such fixed component is a basic requirement to enter law school.

And then we can also consider the ‘variable inputs’ in our system. They would relate to those that are not explicitly demanded by the school but some important costs that we need to incur on a daily or periodical basis to make the schooling effectual. These include spending on books and other materials, lodging/boarding expenditures to be in proximity with the institution if applicable, allowances, and transportation expenses — whether you spend on gas or taxi cabs to get to Rockwell. We also spend occasionally on clothes and other necessities, such as laptops, e-book readers, etc.

We are pretty much covered on the cash expenses. But wait, there are also non-cash considerations. Law school does not only require you to pay for the program and attend every single day of it, you are also expected to pour your efforts to fit in and make it through. And it’s not as simple as it appears. As Dean Roy puts it, we need to spend about 3-4 hours on reading for every hour of class. So mathematically speaking, on a Tuesday with 4 hours worth of class, we must prepare for about 12-16 hours, leaving roughly 4-8 hours for other important activities like sleep. And sleep is very important in law school. You can’t come to class in a ‘high’ state or else you won’t be able to make a fair recitation since it demands concentration, understanding and analysis. Without a properly charged brain, you are doomed.

So what is this time has got to do with our economic equation? We are not counting to time as it simply passes by, we use it to achieve our purpose in combination with other factors like hard work. And time plus effort and hard work results to stress. We also need to have courage and resilience, which, if we do not have as of the moment, we necessarily have to develop.

And what about ‘opportunity cost’? It is defined as the value of a forgone alternative. For example, instead of spending my 12 hours to reading, I could have done other activities that are more enjoying like going to the movies or an amusement park to have fun, or simply take a full rest. And law school is depriving us of a lot of opportunities like having more time with our family or undertaking more fulfilling activities other than being humiliated in front of the class. Not being able to answer is like committing a crime, except that it is done in a random manner and rarely calculated. You can be called any time, sometimes even for all the subjects within a given day.

Opportunity cost is higher for a young mother like me. I need to sacrifice looking after my little girl during her most critical stage of development.

In this type of investment, there can only be utility during this investing term. Utility in the hope that one day we will eventually become lawyers. Utility in the fact that everyday we become more knowledgeable. There can be no other form of returns or compensation until we make it to the legal profession — which, is still indeterminable especially in these initial stages. Our success would rely on our performance and how hard we are going to work in order to achieve it.

Law school is a risky investment. And like equities, there is a need for a long-term perspective to realize any gain. Like hedge funds, it is necessary that we strategize effectively as the risks are significantly high in anticipation of higher returns. Yes, the stakes are high in this business. Thus, the need to strengthen our operations and tighten our measures to achieve our end-goal must be emphasized.

Defying Intellectualism

I have a rare phobia.

Now that I am officially a law student, I think it’s but right that I also write about academics and not just any school-related stuff. It is only fair that I also share my viewpoints but I always find myself short.

I never liked politics although I have also been a student-leader myself. I did embrace leading the student government in two consecutive terms when I was in highschool but it was such an exceptional case. Yes, there was the notion of government and politics that was devoid of corruption. I couldn’t even distinguish graft from corruption then. The nuns were expert at honing young people with good moral values. As a student of an Augustinian Recollect school, everyday was a journey with God, at least consciously. But then these nuns were no expert at all.

We immersed ourselves in the real world unprepared for its challenges. We were ignorant and too good to be easily fooled, making us an easy target of this material-driven world. My greatest and only regret in studying at UP was the culture shock I’ve had to endure, because it made me a failure at one point to another. I’ve had my glorious moments too. The university was a playing field in a game where I can always compete when I want to. But I didn’t always want to because my ignorance frustrated me.

I was a good student. I never took finals in any of my subject, except for one wherein I was absent during its third long exam. I had no grade for that exam which forced me to take finals in lieu of that. And guess why I was absent… It was due to a heartbreak I couldn’t endure. So that describes how idiot I was (and is still up to now). I could ace my economics but often a little short with the technical courses. Nevertheless, my professors would remember me. And it’s not always a positive thing to note.

One time when I was supposed to graduate, a distinguished alumni of our organization who was then holding an important role in the college requested to see me in her office. That was the first and only time I was being reprimanded. And that was then that I heard the most offensive thought I could take from a mentor… “Your schoolmates are looking up to you. What do you think they would say if they find out that…” Let’s cut off that crap. (Hey, that particular problem was personal and she confronted me in ‘politics’. But that’s not the reason why I so hated politics.)

So, politics. I have hated politics since UP. I’d be confident with math and economics, including statistics, but never politics. And everyone might wonder, why law when it has so much politics. Let me love law but not politics. So what is the chance that I share to you my thoughts on academics? I hope someday I can find that little chance.

So how is law related to my frustration in college? I’ve always wanted to be a lawyer ever since I was a child. And with all my frustrations, I felt the need to redeem myself from all my failures. And I don’t mean to simply even out the kinks but I intend to somehow leave these failures in the shadow. I want to prove to my parents that I can get myself a better future, one that they have envisioned of me when I was a lot younger. I want to prove to myself that I can stand up no matter what. And I want to fight for women like me.

So intellectualism, I am with you up to the day I get my title. I am with you until I find my peace in my redemption, until I free these women from the shackles on their feet.

But hell no, I will not discuss the issues. Just let me through them.

What’s Funny is Supposed to be Entertaining

As the title implies, I have created this new category so I can document some of the funniest, if not the happiest, moments I spend with my friends and family. I intentionally picked the label “entertainment” so it can have a broader meaning, thus, a broader scope, since not everything that entertains can be funny. Entertainment can make you teary-eyed too, although I have accepted the fact that I can’t make a good drama. I can’t even make a little white lie work. So admit that I’m a failure at entertainment, but let’s keep it that way anyway for simplicity.

But don’t make expectations, please. You might be discouraged. Keep in mind that we have different thresholds in terms of joy and pleasure. Just think that this is not really for you to laugh at. This is for me and my little diary. And don’t judge how shallow I am. That’s not too comforting.

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Earlier at Father B’s b-day celebration, we played charades. It was girls against the boys, and the answers were related to legal terms and concepts.

It was a close fight between the male and the female species. When the answer was confirmed during the girls’ turn, one dear classmate exclaimed:

Girl: “My answer was so close! Sagot ko ‘sex’!”

Because the real answer was ‘marriage’, how close can we ever get?

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Because law school can never be without recitations, most of the funniest remarks are delivered during a professor’s ‘cross-examination’ of a student.

Prof: Where does the Congress conduct its hearing?

Boy (Confidently): in QC

Prof: ???

Boy (Quickly withdrawing his previous answer): Oh! Not anymore!

Prof: So where?

Boy (Realizing it’s not in QC because of Prof’s violent reaction to his first answer): Somewhere else!

Prof (Decided a hint would help): Where is Batasang Pambansa?

Boy: In Batasan!

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One professor remarked with all conviction, ” Ang tanging yaman ng mga Pinoy…”

Any guess, guys?

“Cellphone.”

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Because everybody was rushing to leave school after a fun party, no one realized until someone finally noticed that we forgot to press the button of the elevator…

Girl: Sundutin ninyo!

So that’s what you do to make the elevator move.

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Girls sharing stories about their irregular menstruation…

Girl 1: Kasi di ko alam kailan, kaya lagi akong may dala (sandwich). Irregular kasi ako.

Girl 2: Uy, parehas tayo! Ako, first time ko nung third yeard high, then one year bago nasundan.

Girl 1: Ako grade 4 pero once lang, then second year na siya bumalik. After non tuloy-tuloy na.

Girl 3: Ah… Tuloy-tuloy nang irregular.

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A piece of advice. How to distinguish a criminal from a civil case…

Scenario 1: A attacked B with a bolo with intent to kill.

Scenario 2: C raised his bolo as he was moving towards his victim, D.

Scenario 3: In E’s attempt to protect F from getting hit by G who was carrying a bolo, the former was inflicted with a mortal wound.

So the key is “bolo“. As I quote a blockmate, “So many deaths by bolo.”

I Am Overly Drained

Yes, and I feel like I am so ineffective in sending my message across to my friends.

I understand that my previous post has brought my stats a mile high against my other posts for the last two weeks and it has adversely exposed my imperfections. I am having so much difficulty in putting my ideas in a coherent manner, adding more insult to my flawed construction.

So there, please spare me again from your scrutiny. I am but human devoid of normal sleep. My brain cells are exhausted.

I Am Justified

I’ve been thinking the entire afternoon about our recent discussion in Philo of Law. I left school and arrived in the office still having the same baggage.

A blockmate of mine might have noticed how I was keeping my head quite low. He said something I couldn’t remember now, but what stuck in my head was how I could easily be associated to what our professor has related. It is no doubt that a child is indeed entitled to his/her right to a mother and a father, but it is not something that I alone can provide to my child. I felt I am justified for not being able to insure such right to her. It was somehow a choice and the result of having no choice.

It’s my choice to end the almost five-year relationship I’ve had with her father. It took me long to make such an intelligent decision. It took me so much pain and sorrow as it was like my whole life spent with that person. In a way, I am like depriving my own self of a known vice or an addiction, or maybe a way of living. He was my life for a time and it was such a huge challenge to overthrow such life. I have to go through almost being lifeless and I did think about that when I made such choice. I was fully aware of the consequences. And as much as I wanted to keep our family together, I also wanted to keep out more pain. I was afraid, and still am, that such pain would be worse enough to hurt her — as it usually hurts her when she witnesses us fighting.

We were a good couple, almost perfect. We got along too well that we never got bored wherever, whatever. He’s the only smart I know that can maintain an interesting exchange of ideas and good humor. Or maybe that WAS for me because of love. The bottom line is, we were happy, almost absolutely — except for some ‘preferences’ he can’t do away with. I call them preferences because they are not normal, but not impossible. These are but preferences that make up his ego. I don’t want to go through all the troubles of making it more clear and discernable. Let us just call it “psychological incapacity”. He was and is willing to accept the responsibilities, but he doesn’t really understand what those responsibilities require. He was willing to give more, but is not ready to bend. So how does that work?

I can simply put it this way… He is not the type of person who will give up everything for the family; Fuck him, because I am. He can be what a husband normally is, but he is everything a father is not. Love, for him, is simply companionship and short-term happiness but never responsibility and commitment. He doesn’t know loyalty, faithfulness and fidelity. To sum it up, he doesn’t know what a family is. He just wants to live and have everything that will keep him happy without having to think what he should do to make others happy. Other people’s happiness was never his business. Maybe one day he will learn but I don’t think it will be soon or less soon. And maybe before he learns, my daughter could have endured so much. And I don’t want that to happen.

Because he is unfatherly, he doesn’t know what his child needs. Leave it to me, as a mother, to understand what I should keep my child away from.

Music Thoughts

Today is a rather emotional day. So instead of indulging into my own sorrows, I chose to let my music spirit dominate.

So sharing some of the undying lines I sing along with:

“And I know you can see right through me so let me go. And you will find someone.” – Only One, Yellowcard

“And I’m tired of being all alone and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home.” – Your Call, Secondhand Serenade

Oops. It’s time.