Tied Up with a Red Necktie

if you see me, you'll shat bricks.
photo grabbed from X U College of Law-Zamboanga FB account.
photo by K. Olaso/X. Sinon

First, lawyers are not liars. They just look things on a different perspective. Set for example when you look at the heads of a coin, they are looking at the tails and trying to prove to you why that side is better. And that is one thing that persuaded me to venture in suicide.

It is more of a well-thought of dream. Not those dreams that are imagined while you are playing holen and your playmates wants to be the next Robin Padilla. This dream is an educated, well-planned and ambitious one.

The dream was really to become a "business" lawyer or simply those who looks for clients with money and earn from them. Call me a hypocrite or whatever but that perception on lawyering has changed, a lot. If I was to continue the "business" then I should have enrolled myself on a much cheaper school and not Xavier. Now, the dream is really to, as cliche-ic and arcaheic it sounds, to be an agent of defense for those that are deprived. And financial gains comes second.

Yeah. Law school. Whatever. :)

and and and
this is a farewell to my imaginary social life that I believe have existed.

borrowed time.

If this was Magic Cards, I would have just paid 4 colorless mana and two blue's then I would have an extra turn to do more things. Thing is, this is not that overly expensive card game and I could not have an extra turn. Thing is, I am busy.

Two months of no nightmare-ish update?
Quite long for someone who stares blankly at the monitor for nearly half of the morning. But I did not seem to have my mind to the thing. I attempted typing a few words but after a few lines, I find myself typing passages of the Constitution.

I have officially enrolled myself to the deprivational course of Law. Time-eating, mind-boggling, soul-stealing, sleep-stealing, heart-pounding, emotional-drying, tears-dropping, ear-bleading, noun-progressive verb. And my english teachers would kill me for the wrong usage of the "dash".

For friends who is familiar with the other blog that closed due to alcoholic topics; let us call it GIN, I might go back to that style, though less bitter. For new readers, you could notice that I have a really dynamic style in writing. If you read closely, paragraphs do not actually jive with each other.

Seriously, I promise that I will update this as regular as possible. Scheduled updates on Saturdays. I swear. and if I miss one, I will have the post within the week. Okay? Breathe.

And let us end this by, the law is blind and not deaf and lawyers are alive and not dead.