Bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep

    I was about to title this one "IN SCHOOL FOR THE WRONG REASONS"... but when I began tapping away my law school pondering, I hear my son screeching on my mobile (kasi po, ginawang alarm ang boses!!!)... .so I deleted the first title and change it to "MY, MY, MY... HOW HE HAS GROWN".
     So there I  began ..again... poring over the keyboard about the nuances of motherhood.... but then, this nasty folder on my lap slid down the floor, revealing my legal practicum and that coveted watchamacallit signature. So i thought of writing about rationalizing the boon and bane of  that "space in time" called  living a dream faux-pas, a la fait acomplii... watever....
     Heck, I got lost. Suddenly, it just came to me that i am just here stuck in this pc corner enjoying the electric fan as i sought refuge from the confusing heat of Baguio; that I am just here resting my feet from my own hobby of "walk baguio walk" in two- inch heels and black palm beach slacks; that i am here just to tire meself all the more.
     So, with my noggin sweat all dried and gone, with my feet kinda' decently rested, and my crave for email and friendster browsing satisfied,  I might as well sign out. just like those tv channels post- sign off with the multi-colored bars blankly flashed across the screen and that never- ending bleeeeeeep to go with it.
     So.... AYT!!!.... Lot-lotz OUT!!!! Bleeeeeeeeeeeee.....eeeee.....(you'll never hear the end of it!).......eeeeee......eeeeep!!!!!!!