One night this week, I drove the car into the house driveway and noticed that the brake lights refused to die. Despite repeated steps on the brake pedal, as well as a short drive around the block, the three lights in the back just kept shining, red, blazing, ominous. I decided to go have dinner and check in on the car later. An annoyance becomes a ( Read more... )

The first person singular travels all over the world, from world to world, through space and time. The first person loves and hates and seeks and kills. The first person is loved, hated, yearned for, sought for, killed... But the first person cannot be raged for. I rage not for myself but for her, and she for me, in the old silence of collusion ( Read more... )

As a child I had a recurring nightmare of being chased by a vampire in an old decrepit house set high up on a hill, with lightning flashing in the background. The whole thing was rather campy actually as I was in a group and I don’t remember the vampire being very skilled at hunting us down ( Read more... )

Exactly 13 years ago on this day, I played X-Com for the first time. I mention this rather trivial fact because my brother downloaded the entire game a few days ago and we have both been playing it nonstop since then. It is a testament to the game’s designers that even though the graphics and sound are now quite antiquated by today’s standards; it’ ( Read more... )

At the end of every semester at the law school I enact a simple ritual which pretty much evolved on its own. After I take each final exam, I come home and place all the readings for that particular subject in a recycle pile in the corner of my room. Cases/handouts/digests, all the miscellaneous detritus of academic learning, are dumped with loving ( Read more... )

After lounging around at the library stapling reviewers for barristers, I spent early Sunday morning walking up and down Rockwell Drive. The whole stapling operation went on until around 4:00AM at which time I left school and sauntered across the street back to my car which I had left inside Bel-Air. Unfortunately no one had informed me (yes, it’s ( Read more... )

My personal DNA, according to Personal DNA.com .

It's a little sad that I score lowest on empathy. I always fancied that I was receptive to other people's emotions. Then again, what basis do I have for saying anything about myself. These tests never lie!



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Last Friday Disney Channel was showing Robin Hood (1973). I hadn't seen it in awhile, the last time being around that age when it was still plausible (to me at least) to believe someone could steal and then turn around and give the loot away to desrving poor folk. Notwithstanding my decrepit old age, I still remembered most of the scenes, the ( Read more... )

I love waking up and realizing you don't have to be awake.

It's that break in time when you feel you don't have to be anything or cope with the expectations of anyone (least of all yourself).

Amorphous, unbound, groggy, sleepy.

Sarap matulog!

You have to let other people be right... It consoles them for not being anything else.