tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30885022024-03-07T13:11:26.084+08:00La Vida LawyerLove is all there is. God is all there is.
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Copyright 2019. All rights reserved.</p>Marvin Aceronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14480783131448664212noreply@blogger.comBlogger699125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088502.post-29165511920885500792020-05-09T21:17:00.001+08:002020-05-09T21:17:07.134+08:00On the ABS-CBN Franchise Saga: What's the Real Story Morning Glory?The process of getting a congressional franchise can be best described as like traveling through the South Luzon Expressway. There's a gatekeeper every stage of the way, all of them politicians. It starts from the Congress Secretariat (which receives the application), the Rules Committee (which sets it on the agenda for referral) to the Committee on Legislative Franchises (which discusses the Marvin Aceronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14480783131448664212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088502.post-497380712840547662019-07-04T17:08:00.001+08:002019-08-07T17:18:17.232+08:00Oldies But Goodies: Maikling Review ng Unang Solo Exhibit ni Alex Bugsy SibugGateway Gallery
Araneta Center, Cubao, Quezon City
July 3 to 17, 2019
Ang gusto ko sa trabaho ni Alex Bugsy Sibug sa exhibit na ito ay nailagay niya ang isang eksena ng aking kabataan sa isang kahon. Pero hindi naman talaga kahon, dahil ito ay isang two-dimensional pastel painting na bunga na pagkabihasa ni Alex sa mga klasikong technique ng trompe l 'oeil, nalilinlang ang mga mata at Marvin Aceronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14480783131448664212noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088502.post-66390330893369692672018-12-14T06:23:00.001+08:002018-12-14T06:23:30.664+08:00Ang Apo ni Tasyo ay AtorniMarahil kung ipunin ang bawat
minutong aking ginugol kapag
naghihintay tawagin ang aking
kaso -- dati nga nakatitig lang
ako sa dingding, hanggang natuto
na akong makinig sa huwes, tapos
naging alalay sa mga kapwa
abogadong kapos sa palusot,
at sa labis na ngang kabagotan,
inisip ko na lang na kunwari
isa akong preso, nagnakaw ng
motorsiklo, carnapping ang kaso,
trip lang ng barkadang Marvin Aceronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14480783131448664212noreply@blogger.com1Quezon City, Philippines14.6299215 121.018154tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088502.post-12393930931774563362018-08-06T08:52:00.001+08:002018-09-13T10:09:14.161+08:00Home is not a placeLast night I dreamed I was back in Pola,lying on the bed where I used to sleep,in the old house made from trunks of Narra.There were strangers who were welcoming me“You’re finally home,” they said, “You’re the boy who was brought here when you were just three monthsold.” Indeed, I recognized the same house by the sea, the sound my Grandma makes as she sweeps the street in the earlyMarvin Aceronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14480783131448664212noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088502.post-83797454313807169662018-08-06T05:57:00.001+08:002018-08-06T05:57:24.744+08:00Tango CelesteYou’d be surprised to know this tuneis about winning a horse racePor Una Cabeza, which meansby a stallion’s head. It remindsme how twenty one years afterwe’re dancing to this beat, inspiredby Al Pacino. Taking turnsto lead and follow, trying notto break the rhythm, laughing”wide, wide, quick, side, slide, turn, again”and being laughed at the way thatwe normally do, when someonehas taken a thing Marvin Aceronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14480783131448664212noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088502.post-45696470755076034212018-07-27T18:17:00.001+08:002019-04-15T23:34:14.294+08:00Holy IronI was a teen-ager when my Grandma 
took me to task for this ministry of 
well-pressed pants. Why should I dislike, she asked, 
the long preparation to gather the
leaves of bananas, light the coals, set them in
the flat iron? 
To patiently wait as I fan them ‘til 
the heat is right, ready for the smoothing?
And there is a method to this ritual, 
she said: Marvin Aceronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14480783131448664212noreply@blogger.com1Ortigas Center, Pasig, Philippines14.5870919 121.0619959tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088502.post-22051327604706555962018-07-24T09:05:00.001+08:002018-07-24T09:05:30.437+08:00Some deaths stay with usOh, I will never forget Palomo,black-spotted Dalmatian who came everynow and then to bark and get some viandleftovers before lunch as he goes tomarket; he'd do a few tricks for us likestand on his hind legs, pretend his human.He's someone else's dog really but hepays us a visit like the friend who comesfor coffee to share some thoughts on a bitof politics, history, relations,except that Marvin Aceronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14480783131448664212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088502.post-69561571778303171032018-07-11T15:03:00.001+08:002018-07-11T15:03:23.321+08:00DoseNung araw, nagtayo kami ng teamIba’t-iba ang pinanggalingan:Probinsyano, batang squatter, rich kidsPandak, matangkad, payat, matabaProblema lang, lahat kami point guard.Pag-hawak ng bola, dribble, dribble, tuloy tira basta maka-shoot lang.Ay! Walang panalo kahit isa.Ngunit minsan dumating si Coach Jay.Marami siyang itinuro sa’min.Gumaling kami. Natatalo rinpero iba. Kung baga sa pan desal, Marvin Aceronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14480783131448664212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088502.post-31967848202231985522018-06-08T19:05:00.001+08:002018-06-09T08:12:13.566+08:00Borong BorongLet me tell you how I learned empathy.I was probably three years old back then.My parents were in Manila; I lived with my grandparents in Pola, small town,by the bay, lush mountain, sweet bananas.One day while playing on the street, I metBorong Borong, a boy older than me by a few years. He had a scooter, whichwas made of scrap wood and junk steel wheels, whichhe used to roamMarvin Aceronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14480783131448664212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088502.post-70689573984607347782018-04-20T07:21:00.001+08:002018-04-20T09:43:46.079+08:00ElegyAlmost done with breakfast,got startled as you shreakedbegged me kill the cockroachunder the table please.As I stood, knife in handsearched for the intruderStepped on the evil thingsmashed, squished, and crackled sothe sound of frying egg“I killed it with a knife.That’s truthful, isn’t it?Misleading, but valid.”I saw the insect’s kin,the corner of the room,A whimper, “You humans!Your words hide Marvin Aceronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14480783131448664212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088502.post-89863415873019572172018-04-16T07:23:00.001+08:002018-04-16T07:23:05.151+08:00Prelude to a FightSaid the white rooster to the red“Don’t you tire of this pecking? Our beaks are sharpour necks strong and flexed,are we meantto serve a higher order?”And the red replied,“Impertinence!Bury your claws on someone’s throat.To perish with bloodied combs,no reason can be as great.And the whiteturned away,flapped, jumpedand crowed in memory of a love, who Marvin Aceronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14480783131448664212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088502.post-73331196178094457582018-04-13T19:03:00.001+08:002018-04-13T19:03:50.502+08:00Plato in BoracayCharming island blue sailswhere coconutsgrow on sand;warm afternoonson your cold floorlured everyone to come.Athens of the eastto all who searchand the few who find.With you the hemlock is sweet escape from sophist souls.Die if we must here.Kant is a moron.The truth is cradled onyour shores.Marvin Aceronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14480783131448664212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088502.post-59742440708365934962018-03-30T11:04:00.001+08:002018-03-30T11:05:24.356+08:00Foucault gets drunk on Good FridayWhat knowledge can be more powerful than knowing that You areGod?A thousand different things I would do if I suppose I were You.I snap my fingersCalvary would have turned into a crois-sant.Your trick turning bloodinto wine but I prefer a PinotNoir.Pontius Pilate I would have turned him into crumbling cheese ofblue.Yet two thousand yearsago, You knew thattheMarvin Aceronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14480783131448664212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088502.post-38917619886969132132018-03-04T06:04:00.001+08:002018-03-16T07:16:18.721+08:00Friday Night RhapsodyWhat could be a better deal than this?I give you my moneyYou give me in toxication.The spirit I can’t hear it.No, I can’t see it. Only one way to do itintoxikcayshen.Smile when I smell itTaste but no tetherit won’t give me intohksicayshen.I gulp and I'm doneI'm done and I'm gone.This is how we live todaydistracted by the focusfocused on distraction.Intokshikayshen.Marvin Aceronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14480783131448664212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088502.post-75488897120211869212018-02-28T11:39:00.001+08:002018-03-01T03:50:03.550+08:00Impeaching Sereno is a giant step backwardsA couple of years ago, I posted here that the appointment of then Justice Sereno is the most important defining moment of the PNoy Presidency. She was the only nominee who was insulated from powerful interests and with a reputation for academic excellence, and integrity. Further, being the youngest nominee, she could ensure that the Supreme Court would be stirred towards independence Marvin Aceronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14480783131448664212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088502.post-45665269505157052282017-10-28T19:43:00.001+08:002017-10-28T20:17:50.101+08:00Day 79: How do you like to spend eternity hazing?And so it comes to pass that our law students are going through the old and barbaric system of hazing again to initiate a member into fraternities. Hazing is an eternal recurrence — nobody knows who invented it, for what reason, and why people engage in it. It is probably as old and as returning as an army of soldiers assembled to defend a king. With the recurrence of this foolish practice, Marvin Aceronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14480783131448664212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088502.post-46469384491614564342017-09-26T06:42:00.001+08:002017-09-26T06:46:46.816+08:00Day 78: Hope
"Master, why do we repeat our mistakes?"
asked the pupil to the Master.
The Master shook his head.
"We're no different from a dog with a piano.
There is a chance
it can play Moonlight Sonata
even as it keeps pounding
the same keys."
Marvin Aceronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14480783131448664212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088502.post-23977136193482695192017-09-25T08:21:00.001+08:002017-09-25T08:21:13.626+08:00Day 77: Purpose“Master,” the pupil asked,”does anything happen by chance?”And the Master made a frown,“When the universe speaks to you,it is never superfluous;everything,like the dirt in your dog’s paw,is the message.”Marvin Aceronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14480783131448664212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088502.post-49098707205898753732017-09-08T07:53:00.001+08:002017-09-08T07:54:49.657+08:00Day 76. The Wisdom of a RatAsked the pupil to the Master,"Master, why is life so difficult?"The Master looked at him and smiled."Try asking that to a rat," the Master said."It would probably say it doesn't mind, but you with your big brain,you pester yourself with silly questions."Marvin Aceronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14480783131448664212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088502.post-66983761390841813812017-08-23T06:01:00.001+08:002017-08-23T06:55:38.542+08:00Bar Boys is a topnotcher The danger in having a lawyer watch a film about law school is he might see things in the movie that aren’t there. Going through the maze of more than a hundred years of law and jurisprudence while honing the legal 4Rs — reading, recitation, (w)riting, and (a)rithmetic, and being constantly subjected to an ultimatum, law or videogame cohorts, law or your girlfriend, law or your sick parent,Marvin Aceronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14480783131448664212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088502.post-24882984443847902222017-08-02T10:35:00.001+08:002017-08-02T10:35:10.033+08:00Day 75Asked the pupil to the Master,Is it good if the evil manis killed by evil means?And the Master replied,Careful with your words.To the eagle killing a snake,the snake is the evil one;to the snake, it is the eagle.Marvin Aceronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14480783131448664212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088502.post-56872244157116687922017-07-16T08:27:00.001+08:002017-07-16T08:27:43.167+08:00Day 74: TanongMay pilosopo basa langit?Kung nakita na ang katotohanan,at ang diwa ng kataga ay ngayon at magpakailanman pa man,kung ang misteryo ng pag-ibig at pagkasuklam,ng tapang at takot,ng meron o walaay nasagot na,ano na ang gawain ngdating pilosopo sa lupa?Kung wala,dito na lang ako.Mas maligaya akosa tanong kaysasagot.Marvin Aceronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14480783131448664212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088502.post-82784835576053887772017-07-15T20:53:00.001+08:002017-07-15T21:01:34.341+08:00Day 73: The Face BanditShe enters the roomsilently as a cat doesand murmurs to methe accomplice to this taskthat she wantsPares Sais.In this place,breakfast is our guise,covert is our goal.She finds a spotin the corner,her eyes on fire,hunting her prey;she unpacks the charcoal on the table.A look to the left andher victim she finds.Without noise nor haste, she scalpsthe broad outlinesof his nape; in Marvin Aceronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14480783131448664212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088502.post-84710451509917516702017-04-27T19:11:00.001+08:002017-04-27T19:13:42.706+08:00Day 72. From a Legal MemorandumRespondent can find as a many contradictions as he pleases with the irrevocable special power of attorney and the Memorandum of Agreement, mostly imagined than real. As the philosopher Jacques Derrida said, there is never a moment in language where meaning is definite. Words, especially legal words, are subject to interpretations of subtexts and contexts. Even the meaning of social justice is Marvin Aceronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14480783131448664212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088502.post-61964455601997272342017-04-14T08:42:00.001+08:002017-04-14T08:43:33.975+08:00Day 71. Karma is a hoaxOne of the most fascinating songs of the Beatles is "The End" from their last album Abbey Road. The song is the last in a medley of sorts and is preceded by the Ringo Starr drum solo before the harmonized vocals sing, "And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make." John Lennon was proud of it as a sort of the group's contribution to philosophy, which he described as a cosmic Marvin Aceronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14480783131448664212noreply@blogger.com0