precious

finally some sign that i might get a glimpse of that elusive angel with silver wings. well, couple of days ago, i did manage to strike a pseudo-conversation more likened to that squeamish small talk that everyone dreads. she came up and made the move and i was just too polite to reply, seeemingly cautious not to excite any forthcoming red flag to scatter away the obvious target so i managed to be in my penchance for nonchalant behavior which i must say would never cause a major stir.it must have worked, the non magic, the suppression of sparks worked wonders and just relegated everything to a seemingly random encounter. but i wouldn't wanna have it any other way. true, i work my stuff in an odd fashion so to speak, more like lame excuse for not seizing the day so it seemed. i guess i was just hoping for the right time....if and when it does come, it would certainly be a welcome surprise.

geez i've been remiss

wow time flies like the speed of light. well, not exactly but it felt like it since i last had the chance to update this thing called blog..anyway, it's not that nothing happened for the most part but it seemed as if i didn't have the usual energy to burn the night light and work my words through literary magic. ok i won't get in over my head on that one...not yet.

anyhow, weeks have rolled by pretty easily, hung out with friends, met new quirky ones, disposed off a few unworthies, and once again, a moment devoted to self discovery came about. all in several weeks. plus a stinging douse of reality check for my folks, who patiently waited for me to be home after a late night binge at san jose's britannia arms...


on the academic side, i've managed to finish off my application for determination of good moral character for my upcoming california bar--complete with fingerprint verification by the FBI affiliate office and professional references running all across the globe. from hanoi to auckland, a sweet stop at manila and back to the city by the bay, looks like am all set to be confirmed of my good moral virtues--at least in the next six months. let's end with a wicked smile on that one.

the road that was never traveled

one night i was spending the last day of my weekend lounging around the sofa, eyes fixated on the telly,and it suddenly hit me: there is no sense in bringing back whatever was left from the past. period. true that there were indeed moments where i could easily rendezvous into dreamland and transport my mind to where i exactly stood in the past and reliving everything as if doing it on cue from a role in this theater called life. well, truth of the matter is, whatever role i had in the past all seemed like the end credits of a movie--it just rolled off the screen and like a good actor who knows one great feat of triumph, there can never be another one duplicating that performance. i see myself in that self exaltation and with no regrets. i think. or maybe i would have wanted to take that role once again if possible, and maybe, just maybe, do it in a different light.