I am about to document my “studying” for the first time at the 24-hour newly-renovated Bo’s Coffee, Katipunan. I really don’t study outside outside my home and I just started with this study routine yesterday. So help me God.
I am now at the topic of “Ill-gotten wealth” under the chapter of public accountability of public officers. Very timely.
Thanks to the Carrot Cake and Brewed Coffee to keep me awake. #lawschool #uplaw
Florence Lagasca Bonoan
1929 - 2014
Mrs. Bonoan of San Nicolas, Ilocos Norte was my voice teacher when I was growing up. She first heard me sing when I was 7 or 8 years old together with my older sister Bernadette. She told me that I had a beautiful voice, but she didn’t tell the same to my sister (haha).
After that first encounter, she gave me voice lessons but it was cut short due to schooling. Came second year highschool, Mrs. Bonoan and I, at the age of 14, met again for the NAMCYA (National Music Competition for Young Artists) and I was representing my school.
We rehearsed almost everyday. I couldn’t imagine for the life of me how I was able to memorize the notes of the song, “May Awit Ang Isang Ibon,” the mandatory piece for all contestants filled with sharps and flats!
I was tired every after practice, pero sige parin. Apart from the almost daily practice, I learned from her to drink hot milk with honey every single day (though I hated the taste) with her belief that it makes the singing voice better.
I won in the city division and regional level (but that is not the point). All I am saying is, it was all because of the discipline she instilled in me coupled with the diligence and commitment she had as a teacher.
I made it as a semi-finalist at the national level. She was more disappointed than me that I did not make it in the final round. Oh boy, she wanted me badly to win.
Though I did not win as a national champion, Mrs. Bonoan always considered me a winner (She would always sweet lemonize that I was a semi-finalist at the national level of NAMCYA.).
A few years ago, I met her in NAIA when we both rode the same airplane to Manila. She was older and weaker but her eyes was glued at me even from afar together with her husband Dr. Bonoan. I approached and kissed her and we made a short conversation, then I bid goodbye.
That was the last time I saw her.
Mrs. Bonoan, I know you don’t have facebook or instagram but I am sure you can read this.
I miss you. Thank you for the mentorship, for the good memories, for making me sing better and your unending support. I will pray for you as you come home to the Lord. Continue your music…
The Screwtape Letters, C.S. Lewis.
Sorry Ma, my budget for this week dissipated quickly. Apart from eating at Xocolat, Katipunan to study, I dropped by FULLY BOOKED today to buy this book recommended by my spiritual counselor. I have been glued reading on Exorcism and Deliverance Prayers from Evil Spirits last summer but I am still not convinced there is an “Evil Spirit” that can possess or oppress a human being (Imagine movies like “Exorcism”, “Conjuring” and “Deliverance from Evil”, among others) because God’s Love is unconditional & stronger than any form of evil.
My spiritual counselor recommended this book though to make me understand between good and evil better.
This book is about the Devil who is the uncle of a boy (protagonist) — a christian book which shows triumph of good over evil.
Don’t worry Ma, it will serve as my conditional stimulus and incentive which I will only read after I am done with my advance reading with Labor Law Review (by Justice Veloso) and Political Law by (Justice Isagani and Carlo Cruz).
Since I am not extremely studious, I thought of this book to make me study. It’s a good conditional stimulus isn’t it? :-) #books #lawschool