In mystic dreams are fulfillments of pleasure and desire, much like the suspended state often one is in after an accomplishment of sorts; with one’s breath that can blow away the demons and bad vibes.
Sometime in my youth, which I am certain was between the ages thirteen to fourteen, a sense of wonder lingered to me, setting off a question in my mind: “Why do people who govern my country act the way they do?” Raised by a lawyer father who was too honest in amassing ill-gotten possessions, the mer
In our criminal justice system, what is important is, not whether the court entertains doubts about the innocence of the accused since an open mind is willing to explore all possibilities, but whether it entertains a reasonable, lingering doubt as to his guilt.
One of the most discomforting feeling in the world is being witness to follies made by otherwise geniuses trapped in mediocrity of today’s mundane and the clichéd so-called Generation This, or Generation That.
Some of the more uninteresting yet worthy of mentioning sidelights of my existence: I am alone either relaxing with my thoughts or just plain staring blankly on a wall (at my place usually), and there is somehow that guilt feeling that what I've done the other day, or the week that passed, and even
A lot of people have been acting as though they know a lot about things lately, especially about the recent horrific hostage drama that unfolded before our eyes more than a week ago, how it should be handled, what could have been done to avoid what happened, echeblahblah.
The Filipino’s penchant for voting for someone he sees a lot (in this case from tri-media) manifests why Dick Gordon is way behind the others in all those surveys made from the start of this whole election for a new president thing.
Around thirteen years ago I was caught by some traffic policemen making a left turn on a no left turn intersection.
It’s like this, whenever you reach that point when there are no more ways to enjoy the place where you live in, you leave. And in the past ten years, I’ve moved from one place to another a total of six times.
The silvery lights from those lampposts ahead seemed to go on forever that night, and my mood was drifting to somewhere else.
I saw a job posting on Guru.com saying that they require reseachers for their project. An email address was indicated on the post which was not allowed on the site. Nevertheless, I sent a message inquiring about the project.