ignorance is never bliss

...especially when you find out about certain things that are best left private. that's why privacy laws come into place. it is well settled that although right to privacy is indeed not explicitly spelled out in the RP constitution, it is nevertheless a right guaranteed to individuals based upon several code provisions spread out amongst the myriad of laws in RP, some of which maybe quite familiar as the the civil code on article 26, provisions on the due process clause under the fundamental law, and case law specifically the zulueta case ( if my mind still serves me well)among others. to stress the point even further, " a married man does not shed his rights to privacy just because he became married." quoting that famous line under case law in RP in which the High Tribunal disallowed the use by the scorned wife of private letters by her husband to evidence his infidelity. truly, if it were not so, then even husbands could be subjected to incriminating evidence in legal-sneak-me-out-of-this-shits-i-found-myself-in-terms. enough of that.
well, what do you know? i'm a sneaky bastard. the beauty of imagination is that everything and anything can be possible.

sunday bloody sunday

ok let me get this thru, i started out writing just for the sake of filling up this blog for this day and i ended up drafting about how sunday early morning mass beats the crap out of me. forgive me jesus but i am not really keen on going to mass for reasons just because...i go to hear mass when i feel like there is a connection and solemnity behind it but if for reasons of obligatory conduct which tradition imposes upon it's community, then it tends to be a time wasted for the upkeep of nominal faith. i respect the reasons to hear mass, the tradition and symbolism that go with it as well as the pre vatican II notion that it is a mortal sin to ommitt going to a sunday mass ( which to my mind is preposterous) but please for reasons of sincerity, one can truly be religious and yet ever more sincere by being more devoted to move against the very structures of sin in society than mere piousness and traditional prayer. actions truly speak louder than words.

being holden caulfield

i finally come to the last chapter of the california (CA) barbri and it's a bit of a relief to finally see the lengthy erstwhile book come to a close. it's refreshing to say the least but come to think of it, it's a sneaky bitch, Wills come in to finish things off when you're about to relish the fact that you're almost through the book. mind you, it's only the first of 10 bar materials neatly bound in book form covered with midnight blue backdrop and some mild yellow and orange appeal letterings to keep the eyes soothed and refreshed. i always loved blue. being a guy seems natural to go for blue than pink when you're a kid. then i sort of grew out of childhood then but i still got this inkling for the color blue. i got a blue room in the house i grew up in. i was still living in that same house until i got accepted in a school bannered in everything blue. i was particularly fond of that experience coz it felt like being in some sense "important and made." not entirely for reasons that you're simply rich and famous, but because you have the brains that make any other school green with envy (pun definitely intended). i envy those who feel that they don't need to do anything to keep up with the times. it seems that time is really on their side. i mean, the simplicity of the contentment for things that they already possess keeps them grounded to a halt. i don't think i can ever be like that. i am content, yes, i know, but only to a certain extent because i always have this inkling for achieving something under my stated objectives without being too public about it. i'd rather keep it simply below radar. which reminds me of something, one saturday morning, about two weeks ago, i accidentally drove past a pedestrian walkway just when the traffic lights turned red. unfortunately that intersection had those sneaky red light camera's working so i got flashed for allegedly "beeating the red light." i just overstepped by a measly 2 feet by my professional count and as i prepare for the ticket being sent through the mail ( as well as my fool proof defense in case i get to court to contest it) i wake up this saturday morning with just one insignificant credit card junk mail on my mailbox to keep me company. after 15 calendar days without a ticket being sent, it seems more than likely that i got off the hook. either way, i am more than capable of getting my way out of trouble in case it gets that far.

tuesday's with heine

over the weekend we had this party going on at home and good thing my sister came over from LA that morning to serve as another warm body to cushion the steady stream of visitors mostly relatives of my mom and the usual cousins i see from time to time. the only disappointment is that i didn't get the portos cheese roll as i've earnestly requested that be brought from sweet LA which just turned my day rather upside down. or maybe i'm just exaggerating, i'm not that type of person who sulks endlessly bout not getttin what i want when i want it. i am just not that type. either way, i got something handy to keep me buzzed all afternoon and well into the night, that nice little green bottle of heine and much to my comfort, it's already a tuesday night and i still got a few bottles left over. cheers!

today

...is not the greatest day i've ever known. it's just an ordinary day to say the least. what is ordinary? waking up, making my bed, doing simple deeds like hanging a wall decor for this sunday's party, drivin to the nearby grocery for some vitamin water, pepperidge farm's cookies and a small pack of hoho's ( yep, i am a sweet tooth). the thing is, i don't like the way the day goes by for some friggin reason. today happens to be a good day for the bills as it ensures that those remain to be balanced and accounted for. not that i live from paycheck to paycheck but is this all there is to life after the good old days of school? where carelessness and freedom seems to be much more abundant than what it seems now. i don't know, maybe living in a different part of the world has kept me re aligning my priorities or the lack of it. for now i am quite sure that the next thing on my to-do list is to grind through the days until february when another grueling set of bar matters would preoccupy my fancy. or is it just a way for me to mask this otherwise uneventful life? of course i shouldn't say that, or i would be spitting scoffs at lowlife's and less than ambitious people who content themselves with a smile and a happy thought.
maybe i just needed that occasional smile or that happy contentment in myself which i must say is quite hard to find. i could honestly say that the absence of such feelings has been a common place. i don't ask for it, i just have it in multiples. i just find no reason to smile about anything except perhaps the funny re runs of seinfeld, but other than that everything else seems bland and i always find myself suppressing moments where i could otherwise be a happy camper in this hot summer days of june. nevertheless i do not regret being this way for the meantime, maybe i needed this kind of wall in my psyche. immediate gratification is not really a part of my attitude, i'd rather delay for the most part. that's who i am and i don't see that changing in the coming days.

sans frontieres

let me go back to the very reason why i came up with this idea of blogging. it's not like i just wanted to join in the bandwagon, but i kinda felt i needed to release some thoughts about my impending wait (then) for the results of the bar. now that the agonizing wait is over, got really nothin much to complain about now that i am an attorney. so it got me thinking, what is then the purpose for this blog now that the original intent for creating this was ultimately accomplished? i guess, i would have to say that keeping this running would be a hard act to follow through without a certain sense of purpose. so let me put it this way, until such a time i come up with another purpose for this blog, i'd endlessly bicker about insignificant matters i would most definitely pick up during the day( and nights, of course). which brings me to my somewhat regular stay at a local coffee shop/ bookstore which i shall call in my own words "sans frontieres" because it feels like you can move from the coffee shop to the bookshelves uninterruptedly without feeling trapped. now that is cool and amazing coz you get to really read for free and enjoy the coffee and of course the occasional pretty damsels who seem to get lovelier whenever they really make the point of hitting the books rather than being simply a decor on the wall. well, that's just me. i always tend to be partial to a lady who seems quite the brain more than the bod that she exudes, nevertheless, one cannot exist without the other if i am to take things seriously.
anyhow, what's my business in a coffee shop? well, i read, read, and read. i spend on the average at least three hours in a day just going through the california bar review materials. yep, it's not as hectic yet, as it should be, but i guess the time alloted is enough considering the bar is set 8 months from now in february. so there it is, and yeah, i guess i found another reason to keep this blog going.

6/6/07

nothin much is special today except that at this same time last year i was at a movie theater watching damien wreak havoc on the silver screen. i'm sure the PR strategy for making it debut on 6/6/06 seems quite frightening but the movie seemed forgettable to say the least. i don't even remember how the story went except that julia stiles of "ten things" was in there...i guess i am mostly bent towards the old damien movies....what can i say, nothing compares to the original. which brings to mind something i wanna share..i always liked things in their original form, preserved, unaltered and simply kept the way it was supposed to look and feel. unretouched, never tinkered upon and just being the way it is supposed to be. now, what's this all about? i don't have a freakin idea. maybe i'm just tellin something about myself and how i like things the way they are or maybe i was implicitly saying things about certain things that shouldn't be tinkered with, whatever that is, i don't have a clue. well, you see, i'm just blabbing around and for the sake of clarity, i only came upon this idea of writing into this blog just for the intellectual word exercise i could possibly come up with to complement the torrid and excruciating reading exercises that i am currently embarking on right now. yep, 02/08 is the target and while the winter might bring out the bitter cold, i am currently heating up things this time of year.