tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50336717420921662552012-02-16T01:17:47.508+08:00--------------------------"a diorylific quest to understand and reveal the diory-ness of diory through an exercise of prudence towards the thing-ness of things"-------------------------dioryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13050507483970914309noreply@blogger.comBlogger391100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033671742092166255.post-63072130159231804962012-02-05T19:28:00.003+08:002012-02-09T11:21:22.780+08:00

It is Sunday today.I planned to wake up early and do some no-nonsense stuff. Contrary to what was planned, I woke up late and indulged myself into some mundane activities. So I grabbed some books and went to a mall because I finally decided to end mediocrity today.The plan was to have a signature hot chocolate in Starbucks while studying taxation laws. I headed first to the National Bookstore to

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One year. Eight months. I don’t know. My mind is so busy or at least pretending to be so busy that I cannot even tell how long my break from writing was. All I know is that my mornings and evenings are the same. I would wake up every morning and think about one thing – law. Then in the evening, before I sleep, I likewise think of one thing – law. In fact, my mental state in my mornings and

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In order to preserve order, people create rules. In order to ensure the implementation of rules, people create authority. But the people who are considered successful now are those who know how to, and are not afraid to, defy rules and authorities. And the fact that these people resorted to unorthodox actions does not make them wrong, at least from the moral perspective. It is just that these

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This is one of my favorite games in college:

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I started to dream of becoming a lawyer at the age of seven. I was in grade two and my mom wrote the name of my grandfather in a small envelope to be given to the church for "prayers for the dead." I was amazed with the combination of letters written before the first name of my grandfather - ATTY. It was then that I realized that I want to have that same title. Without knowing what lawyers

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The pressure is on. And the source of pressure? Facebook. Twitter. And other social networking sites out there. Many of us use these sites as our stage. We perform through our posts, status updates, or tweets, and do this to inform the world of one thing - we're worthy of being listened to. Thinking that our voice matters, we shout through these sites even though at times, our shouts are

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Let me take this opportunity to express my gratitude to the one who stayed with me through thick and thin - the one who never left me despite my efforts to dispatch him. He has been loyal to me for more than five years even though I had, still have, and probably will have, a simultaneous relationship with others. He is no longer as gorgeous as before, but he is the best I ever had.

dioryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13050507483970914309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033671742092166255.post-79993418529618684062010-07-16T00:36:00.002+08:002010-07-16T00:57:58.341+08:00

This post is about three points. First, I changed this blog's template, which is probably indicative of want to change something about me (although I don't know exactly what that something is). The template which I used to have prior to this one, hereinafter called "old template," was a symbolism of redemption from some situation (thus, the flying bird). I had been using the old template since

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Years ago, I bought a book on Quarter Life Crisis (QLC), thinking that I am undergoing the same. Quarterlifecrisis.com defines the term as "a period of anxiety, uncertainty and inner turmoil that often accompanies the transition to adulthood." After having gullibly believed the books I've read suggesting that I am undergoing this "QLC," here's my new stance on this issue: It is futile to speak of

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It's been quite a while since I made a post. One reason for this is my new blog, which is about anything that I can say or write about law and law school. The other reason is the lack of something to say (or maybe the lack of proper tools to decipher and express what's on the mind). True enough, not being preoccupied with a lot of works (i.e. being an unemployed-out-of-school person) could make

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What is name? What is person? What is being?A person has a being. A person has a name. The equation ‘Person = Being’ is empirically unverifiable. The equation ‘Person = Name’ is a falsity. Do we need a name to have personhood? Do we need a name to fully realize the being?Do we?What should I do to authenticate this being of mine? Do I need a name? Or do I have to be a nameless creature in order to

dioryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13050507483970914309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033671742092166255.post-62587426920079475382010-03-14T21:50:00.001+08:002010-03-14T21:52:29.372+08:00

legal matters within diory's dictionhttp://diorysdiction.yolasite.com(the site contains tips, comments, and reviewers helpful in surviving law school)

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I deleted the last post out of self-pity. haha

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I am in great perplexity.It is not because I don't know what to do; but because I know what I want to do, but don't know how to.This shit happens when you feel like justice has forsaken you; when you have tried your very best to be the idealistic you, but now you are in the worst situation, even worse than those of the lovers of injustice.I can't understand why apathy can make one happy, or why

dioryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13050507483970914309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033671742092166255.post-38369947215900676002009-06-04T18:48:00.001+08:002009-06-04T19:03:07.439+08:00

I didn’t blog for the past months although I had some bloggable thoughts that I could speak about. There’s this death of an aunt, which was intentionally concealed from me because I was busy studying for the final exams. Then there’s the revival of the passion for the philosophy of logic, which was due to my brother who teaches mathematics. Then came the quest to revive Sophia Circle in a

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Last year, it was "21 at 21." Yesterday, it was "22 at 21." Today, it is the "2nd day of 22nd year ."Yesterday was history. Today is becoming part of it. Tomorrow is an infinity of possibilities - some of which will become part of history; some are mere possibilities. In my quest of revealing the diory-ness of diory, or of authenticating my being, I make my own history and become part of others'

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I went to los banos last night. What makes it special to some is that it was the Valentine's day (yeah, to some... only to some). But what makes last night so special to me is that it was the only time I had the chance to see my college friends after a long time. And we picked the right date to meet - the last day of the feb fair. God knows how I really miss uplb. That's why I'm so thankful that

dioryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13050507483970914309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033671742092166255.post-25110850966539556502008-11-23T12:35:00.005+08:002010-03-06T16:29:36.500+08:00

The life of a law student is dark, yet bearable. From the very moment a student enters law school, his very essence or being as a person changes. This change in his being is manifested in different aspects of his life – in his physical appearance, lifestyle, relationship with others and perspective in life. A person viewing a law student's life from the outside – a person who had never been to

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I always hear, "sanayan lang yan," to which I absolutely agree. I probably am already used to what we are doing. Proof of such is this very act of blogging. I can now afford the luxury of "not studying" and "not worrying" for mere act of blogging. I had afforded eight hours of sleep last sunday, and spent most of the time I was awake holding a book, without spending a minute reading the same. I

dioryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13050507483970914309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033671742092166255.post-54998440944976035702008-07-20T21:56:00.002+08:002008-07-20T22:01:28.109+08:00

(an overdue post this is - a fact chargeable to law school)------------------It is hard for me to speak of San Beda without having at least a thought about UP. That is even when I am now a Bedista. It is not “If I were in UP Law...” thoughts, which are indicative of wanting to be in UP Law; but more of the observance of UP culture in Beda.I just discovered that UP outnumber other colleges and

dioryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13050507483970914309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033671742092166255.post-74238451244330922292008-06-06T15:57:00.003+08:002008-06-08T23:05:29.138+08:00

To those who were unable of making it to the UP College of Law - either by flunking the interview or simply by not making it to the interview, that is, flunking LAE - it would be redeeming to play the sourgrapers' game, the game of filling in the blanks. Some would say, "magsisisi ang UP," which I used to tell myself. But to complete the sentence below by filling in the blank would be

dioryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13050507483970914309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033671742092166255.post-47483279108726085742008-06-05T15:42:00.002+08:002008-06-05T15:48:49.046+08:00

After more than two years of working for one of the leading insurance companies, my brother finally resigned from his post. He relinquished his high-paying job and its corollaries - travel opportunities, bigger bucks and possibility of promotion for one thing: for his pursuit of happiness. But what is happiness as he perceives it?There were offers from other big companies. Most of the offers are

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I had made the exit, an evident of which is the previous post. It is the case, however, that the very act of exiting hasn't come to an end. In my intention to close this act of exiting, I counted my days of waiting and realized that it has been almost three months since my last day as an employed individual. Wanting not to transform this "three months" to "six months of waiting for unclaimed

dioryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13050507483970914309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033671742092166255.post-16704909152771852232008-05-03T17:02:00.005+08:002010-04-08T08:48:16.100+08:00

I was informed days ago that I still have accountabilities to the company where I used to work. This issue, which I would discuss on a separate entry (after clearing my accounts and getting my last salary), made me remember an open letter that I was unable to post here.What follows is an "open letter to the real world" written weeks after February 29, my last day at work.-------------------------

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When accepted at an audition for a singing competition on tv, my friend was asked by the producers/organizers (whatever they are called) of the show to act like she was so emotional about it. I guess they wanted to see her cry for joy when she was about to hug her mom. But she only did less acting. She didn't want to give in to the drama the show wanted to create.Which brings me to the concept of

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It's there; you'd been there. And the situation is such that you had encountered the unfamiliar while experiencing the familiar.It was the time when you had taken the familiar jeepney ride with an unfamiliar jeepney to go to that very familiar place. The intention was nothing more than claiming some required stuffs for your future endeavors. Which made you conclude that the trip was nothing

dioryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13050507483970914309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033671742092166255.post-7561420418628884972008-04-11T00:37:00.005+08:002008-05-03T17:29:03.728+08:00

"Overdue" na 'tong post na 'to. Ngunit sa kadahilanang may magandang pabaon ang Baguio, 'di ko magawang maituloy ang planong isulat ito nang ako'y makababa mula sa malamig na bundok.Maski ang planong libutin muli ang Baguio ay hindi naisakatuparan. Iyon sana ang huling pagkakataong mamasyal sa siyudad bilang hindi-bakasyonista. Ngunit salamat sa ilang mga pangyayari at nasilayan ko rin ang isang

dioryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13050507483970914309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033671742092166255.post-71924151031371034292008-02-21T11:42:00.000+08:002008-02-21T11:48:27.670+08:00

It is my birthday today. I want to write about a lot of things but most of them are inexplicable. Or maybe they are not - it may be just because a lot of things overwhelms me. At any rate, I am now Twenty-one - Twenty and one years young this 21st of February.

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Feb 17, 2008 (Sunday)9:00 pmDiory's room, #4 Aurora Hill, Baguio City21 at 21The twentieth of the second month of the year would be me my last day as a two decade old person. I'll be twenty one on the twenty first of the month. I'm experiencing new things, learning new stuffs and getting old. I am getting old; but what does getting old mean?I am undergoing aging; but what does becoming 21 at 21

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February 17, 2008 (Sunday)8:00 pmDiory's room, #4 Aurora Hill, Baguio CityIt's like rainIt is rainJust as when I am loving the heat of the sun when I had been hating it;Just as when I would travel to places unknown to me when I had been ignorant of traveling;Just as when I would do spontaneous things when I gave paramount importance to performing planned things.It is rainJust as when I would go

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February 6, 2008Diory's room,#4 P. Guevara St., Aurora Hill, Baguio CityA Whim out of nothingnessWho would have believed that I would still be able to find time to write? I mean, I have to wake up early tomorrow, and I still have lots of work to do. I shouldn't be writing right now; I am not worthy of this sort of luxury at this moment. And just as how I give rationalization to my act of devoting

dioryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13050507483970914309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033671742092166255.post-23950488562623413122008-02-06T16:00:00.001+08:002008-04-05T13:54:36.670+08:00

Nothingness.Yes, nothingness. 'Nothingness' is 'the everything' of what was felt after watching the movie "cloverfield." The feeling needs not to be explained. It's just plain nothing, just as each of my petty rants.What follows is a set of random rants. Rants that need not be justified, because they are plain nothing. Just as how "cloverfield" provided me a moment of nothingness, my petty rants

dioryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13050507483970914309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033671742092166255.post-90762071148739462482008-01-20T17:04:00.001+08:002008-02-13T10:02:14.462+08:00

This was written last night. I conditioned myself to write, while this piece of writing conditioned myself for a hair cut. This made me wake up this morning in a good mood.--------------January 19, 20089:30pmDiory's Room, #4 Aurora Hill, B.C. A month before turning 21A month before one rightfully add one (1) to my age, it would be best to sit down, in bed, in the absence of a chair, and start

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November 28, 2007 (Today) - exactly seven months after I graduated from college. I thought that within these months, I would be able to understand myself better and be more proud of what I have become and will be becoming. However, such is not the case. A lot of my friends might be surprised with the news that I accepted a job offer to be relocated in Baguio. They might even be more surprised

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I need to be reminded of my idealisms. What follows is the speech that I delivered during the testimonials at the Department of Humanities before I graduated from college.----To the members of the department, who have opened our eyes to the fundamental importance of learning; and to my fellow graduates whose brains had a hard time here in UPLB, a pleasant morning to all of you. Four years

dioryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13050507483970914309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033671742092166255.post-52105261703717378682007-11-07T14:50:00.001+08:002008-04-05T13:59:28.190+08:00

(... the sort of survey that reveals part of my history)PRESCHOOL1. Ano ang sinasabi mo noong bata ka pa na gusto mong maging paglaki mo?~ Gusto ko maging lawyer someday.2. Ano ang isang bagay na na-enjoy mong gawin noon?~ makipaglaro sa playmates ko at umiyak 'pag gusto ko.3. Bakit?~ kasi nga, enjoy (oh di ba, circular yung sagot).4. anong age ka pumasok sa school?~ 3 years old (prep - saling

dioryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13050507483970914309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033671742092166255.post-76073430537419200002007-09-30T17:19:00.001+08:002011-07-30T23:11:02.408+08:00

it's been several months since i last made an entry here. i had been very busy with things that i thought are (or were) of essential value to the authentication of my esse. anyhow, what follows serves as an update of the events in my life (from preparing for my thesis defense to the loneliness i am feeling due to being miles away from home). FLASHBACK (my last post was when i had my last

dioryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13050507483970914309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033671742092166255.post-67426467760006975322007-03-06T10:24:00.000+08:002007-03-06T10:33:22.060+08:00

okay.new template. new everything.the best luxury one could afford after revising the thesis is...to create a new blog.And I'm doing this to redeem myself.

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