thursday i don't care bout you

...it's friday, im in love...with the thought that weekend is almost upon me and as i myself am not a really big fan of the weekend, i,over the past several weeks,have looked forward to it every time since there seems to be a sense of urgency each time weekend dawns upon me. another week down to count out, and soon enough another year beckons. it's weird thinking about '08 this early in mid july since it is merely half a year of waiting till january begins to unfold. nevertheless, the thought that half a year has gone by has given me such positive thoughts that days are going by faster than usual, psychologically of course. i don't know if it's a good thing but having days run pass by is much better than turning back the hands of time. the latter is simply a preposterous impossibility but say that to a certain Stephen Hawking and probably you'd be surprised to find out that in this universe, there are realms of possibilities that even astound the most critical of minds. i say preposterous to the possibility of finding myself back in time since it might be a sign that i am nearing my death, if the notion that once your life flashes before you, you are almost certainly on the brink of breakfast toast. nonetheless, having the idea of having to go back in time seems neat, conservatively speaking. i mean, having the chance to see things you've been a part of repeat itself would literally bring back memories to reality in a flicker. now the question remains.... would i want to meddle in history and change things ? ( omfg, this is such a cheesy cliche)

see, if i did meddle, i wouldn't know if i would be the same person as i am now. not that i hate myself as of presstime, but to have the opportunity to choose between divergent roads to take would put me in the same shoes as that of Mr. Robert Frost. would i take then the road less traveled?

that's why i don't care much about thursday right now coz it has given me so much issues to write about in this little old blog. then again, it might be a whole lot different the following thursday.i'll just have to wait and see.

meanwhile at the hall of justice

another day to write about my thoughts at the moment. this thing came on early and much like a train of thought i would definitely like to contain its unending stream of overloaded information in one blog entry. here it goes....

i was pleasantly lulling over my youth and it suddenly struck me that i couldn't get back to that feeling way back in grade school when all i needed to worry about was getting up early and eagerly awaiting the saturday fun machine on RPN 9. it was a cartoon block featuring the super friends right after the religious vignette, "sharing in the city." the animated series by today's standards would be appalling in contrast to today's unbelievable leaps in 3D animation and computer generated images. nevertheless, the storyline and the fact that super heroes getting together and meeting at the hall of justice was just too tempting to consider it merely a passing fancy. they have resurrected the same flavor in recent years with the " justice league" but it never really got my fancy compared to its predecessor. i am obviously biased it seems but i cannot bargain away the thought that the newer version is better coz it truly pales in comparison. that's why there's always the original and everything else comes in a far second.

there's this other animated series which preceded everything to date...the visionaries. those pokemon kids are as clueless to the fact that the visionaries could deliver some serious ass-kickin...

no killer all filler

this is just a way to fill in more psycho babble shits in this blog. i honestly have no idea what to write about. i have so many things eager to express but just as with anything else, excitement just goes down the drain. apart from the fact that it is already past the unholy hour of 1 in the morning, and after downing a bottle of heine, it just seems perfect to simply lay down and relax. but turns out, i still have my PC on, by sheer neglect and laziness to turn it off for the night, i find myself writing more about nothing...really nothing. so here goes more.....


after a long pause, i really cannot find any more things to write about. maybe i should call this a day. another one beckons tomorrow, whatever it brings, it surely is a nice thought that sleep is just another way of resting this tired soul...

at the drive in

mel's drive- in that is...up in the city, ( that's San Francisco) with a friend of mine from way back. it was rather an unexpected meeting of some sort since i came out of a movie theater reliving my childhood memory of transformers built up in the movie screen before i lay squandered by how much they have "americanized" bumblebee into a chevy camaro ( what a way to trump up the beetle, and the german auto makers at least in a hollywood movie). nevertheless, the movie literally lived up to its hype. i loved it. i knew cars were such beautiful piece of machines and i bet with my bottom dollar that they too have feelings. at least i wanna believe that. like what i always say, your car is the only thing that you will never hear complain through all the troubles you may find yourself into. it simply just keeps mum and goes through a lot but nevertheless, it always stays and keeps you protected. i am a witness to that. i've practically been in a lot of car crashes with my first car, a japanese car at that--nissan sentra ex saloon-- which to this day is still going strong but held in semi retirement. not long ago i had the chance to reconnect with it when i came back to RP for a couple of days and guess what? only a few hours of use, it totally showed me how it felt neglected and i felt for it. its alternator gave in but still got me out of trouble before i even took that long drive to the province. next, a nail was found back in the rear tire being cute and cuddly wanting to get attention to an impending flat tire but again the reliable car managed to go through unscathed. am sure the nine years of everyday that i spent with that car was all worth it and that's why i have kept it in semi retirement. nope, i will never discard that because there has just been so much history that i have spent with it. i am keeping it because it has numerously been my saviour from the crashes i've been through the last being against a HINO 25-wheeler truck that broke the rear windows, sent me half turning and ruined the rear bumper and trunk of my car to smithereens but nevertheless left me unscathed. keeping it will surely be worthwhile as i know i treasure when i find one.

about the night in the city, well, it was just dinner and a whole lot of talkin. rekindling lost friendship, and the days gone by.

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.