Last week, I began the migration of both the Corpus Juris website and the Santos Estrella website to new web servers. Due to conflicts in my personal schedule I had to focus on getting Corpus Juris up and running as soon as possible while delaying work on my own personal site and experimental web projects.
“If you read someone else’s diary, you get what you deserve.” —David Sedaris
This all started off in written form back when I was a kid. As an introverted only child with both parents at work most of the time, I had a lot of time to myself. So when I learned to write and that writing down my thoughts for posterity was a thing people did, I went at it myself.
I still have some of those papers which are basically just short recollections of the current day at kindergarten or elementary. Sometimes funny, oftentimes doodles of robots, I don’t think they’re particularly publishable to the internet at large, much less have an appreciative audience.
The bulk of these entries start off from high school and were largely typed on a then-modern 80386SX in plain text files (anyone remember Wordstar?) saved on 3½″ floppies. They were eventually transferred to Microsoft Word (receiving italics, boldface, tables, and proper typography in the process) and then to XHTML 1.1. They currently exist as XML-typed records in a MySQL database served through a custom PHP-based CMS. How far the times have come!
You’re welcome to comment and message me on these. However, please remember the historical context in which some posts were written. While some posts are mundane (I’ve always been my worst critic), if you read enough, you’ll notice the change in the topics, entry length, grammar and vocabulary, and tone of my writing.
If you see any typos or lapses in grammar, no need to call me out on them. I’ve probably seen them already as I was digitizing the physical copies of these entries and during their conversion from plain text to Word to XML. I’m keeping these as close as possible to their original form.
For the unpublished posts, those cover my life as a teenager full of angst and hormonal confusion from 1995 to 2000. While I initially balked at adding these, the thought of losing them won out. For purposes of posterity, these entries have been included in the database. After careful review, however, I’ve considered some of these entries to be too private for general public consumption. Maybe someday I’ll decide to eventually make them public.
As for the long hiatus between entries, I have only life to blame. While life certainly went on during the intervening periods, I just either didn’t see fit to make those entries public (for my own, as well as others’ privacy), events weren’t that important to write about, or I was just too busy at the time to write anything.
If you’re terribly curious about the more private entries, drop me a line and I’ll consider giving you access.
My midterms for the first semester were finally completed yesterday and I am beat. Having only 5 to 6 hours of sleep for over a week really takes a toll on you. I very nearly look like one of those zombies in Romero’s Night of the Living Dead. Very, very, uncool. Anyway, the exams went pretty well, I’d say. Nothing as downright impossible or as walk-in-the-park as the ones I took before. Let’s just hope that I’m not just being too over-confident this time. I’ll post updates on the results as soon as our exam booklets are returned.
Just finished working on my case digests for Torts & Damages class and reading up for Tax class tomorrow so I’m having some really precious downtime right now. With this opportunity in hand, I thought it best to get this blog back on track and update you with the things I’m currently working on and things yet to do.
Ever felt that feeling where you’ve forgotten where your stomach is actually located because its been jumping up and down because of excitement? Ever felt like your balls have magically been transported to your throat and you just want to sob out loud at the near-orgasmic tremors rippling through your body? Well, that’s probably the best way I can describe how I’m feeling right now. I’m giddy. Einstein and Gödel were wrong. I have just traveled back through time and re-transformed into a high school kid again. Of course, after being an unfortunate long-time reader of this blog, you may think me as a perpetual high school kid already.
Yes, it is way too early to be talking about sentimental stuff again. “Shit man, it’s four in the morning!” you might be saying right now. I’m sorry, I can’t help it. Well, strictly speaking, I can. However, I will have to refuse to do so for now. I just miss her, that’s all. She sent me this message last year:
The word duende was used by Federico García Lorca to describe the peculiar kind of poetry written by poets such as himself and Pablo Neruda. That school of writing is characterized by a fiery Spanish romanticism… but with an undercurrent of darkness and desperation. Duende is an elusive concept, but roughly translated, it means “the awareness of death.” Lorca believed that in order for art to be great, it has to convey a constant awareness of death—the knowledge that every act and every thought is, to some extent, finite.
Look at this. As of today, I’ve watched 46 out of The 1000 Best Movies Ever Made according to the New York Times. God, I have a lot of catching up to do. The list gave me quite a few movies I’d like to watch when school work lets up which will probably be during the semestral break in October. Among them are Amelie, Apollo 13 (yes, I haven’t watched it yet), Beetlejuice, Being John Malkovich, Boogie Nights, Born on the Fourth of July, Breakfast Club, Bride on the River Kwai, The Cider House Rules, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, Clockwork Orange, Close Encounters of a Third Kind, Dead Ringers, Dial M for Murder, Hamlet (1948 and 2000 versions), Howards End, It’s a Wonderful Life (yes, the Christmas movie), Jailhouse Rock, L.A. Confidential, Like Water for Chocolate, Malcolm X, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, The People vs. Larry Flint, The Piano, The Pillow Book, Psycho, Roman Holiday, Singin in the Rain, The Sound of Music, Stalag 17, The Usual Suspects, Who Framed Roger Rabbit, and Yellow Submarine.
One of the reasons why Albert Einstein was against time travel into the future was the Chaos Theory. This theory postulates that as you go further into the future, the certainty of where you are and the circumstances you will find yourself diminishes the farther you go into the future. This is caused by the increasing multitude of possibilities that could occur along the way, as the millions upon billions of choices that make up each person’s choices are so variable that a particular future might very well not exist if one or another choice were to differ. If you watched Back to the Future, you’ll notice that traveling to the future is quite easy because they didn’t take into account the other possibilities that might happen along the way to that future. All the what ifs and what if nots here become a paramount concern because predestination might not actually exist and therefore the freedom of action of each and every person might very well have incredibly vast effects on the future.
Slap me silly and call me sappy but I’ve been feeling really nonchalant the past few days. I’m not really sure why, though. I just can’t shake this feeling of melancholy and lethargy that’s seems to just sap the energy out of me. Well, its either that or I’m burned out. I was at Starbucks coastal today studying. Its become quite a habit that I look forward to. Thursdays, you see, is a free day. No classes. That means twenty-four hours of time to sleep, eating unhurriedly, lounging in the bathroom, and reminiscing. It’s a day to just sit back and relax while the rest of the world whirls past me.
Finals are finally over! Whew! I haven’t been as idle as I am right now since Christmas break and thank God for it. I’ve got a lot of updates that I’ve promised over the past year and trust me, I am getting to it. Like I’ve been droning about for the past year, I believe that HTML has just about outlived its usefulness. What with the W3C taking forever to update any of the language’s proposed tags, I see that innovation for HTML has just about come to a dead standstill. Mind you, its almost two years since they’ve approved a tag as part of the standard set of HTML tags. Two years for one tag! The only organization slower than them is probably the Philippine government. Ah, well, I’m digressing again.