of thoughts and occurrences (title plagiarized from larry's seldom used blogsite)
- Current Mood: Precariously and Pensively Profound. (Yes, I'm good at playing with words. And I love it.)
- The usual quarter life experience that keeps on popping from everybody's mouths --- "in college, you can't wait to graduate and become mature individuals, contra: after exiting college, everybody's obsessing to get back and become kids once again."
- For the Nth time I am having my baptism of fire --- constitutional law 101, civil procedure and administrative law book 1. They say practice makes perfect. I am about to take on a Local Government. I hope that Atenista lawyer picks up my carcass after they tear me to pieces, which leads me to my other favorite law school / medical school subject --- Crime Scene Investigation, Filipino Style, a.k.a. Legal Medicine.
- Three weeks is a long, long period. Especially when you are missing someone so dearly.
- Enigma: "I love you, but I don't know why."
- Paradox: "I hate you, but I love you."
- I've realized that there are veritably a great number of greedy people out there. They just can't get enough. But I had enough of them.
- I am missing the world of hedonism and bohemian pleasures.
- Do I really want to become a lawyer? Or should I return to my first true passion --- writing. Legal creativity is smiting my fictional and poetic creativity.
- This life is sometimes plainly absurd. You get the feeling that you are no longer in the 'in' crowd. You are no longer bound by the rules of the advertisement world's conspiracy with the free market economy. You are slowly being torn away from the clasps of youthful toil and money spending sprees on looks, gadgets and gears.
- You can no longer bear the sound of heavy rock. You think rap is becoming more and more gibberish than English or what not. Music is becoming more obscene than they used to.
- You no longer know the latest Nokia Cellphone models. You just stick with the old phone you have until it finally breaks down into an irreparably hopeless piece of junk.
- Us guys used to shop for stuff "one-time big time". Meaning, we have a very few personal belongings, but they're always either worth four to five digit sums. Now, we've learn the art of divisoria / baclaran hunting for cheap but almost life-like fakes.
- I crave to go to the arcade at times, the problem is, the crowd in there would probably sneer at the presence of the 'older' generation.
- You long to dance all night, flirt all night, drink all night. Problem: You probably don't know the latest grooves and moves; you probably have no more penchant for flirting with underage / coming-of-age girls who are intellectually inadequate to excite you basal instincts; and you no longer have your old drinking buddies by you side, or if they're with you, all of who couldn't take more than five bottles, when at zenith of your youthful vigor, you drink 12 bottles each.
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