Legal Writing

This is a petition for Certiorari (means of getting a higher court to review the ruling of the lower court) under Rule 65 of the Rules of Court.

The facts and circumstances are undisputable.

On January 31, 2007, the Writer of this blog received via Blog Entry Comment to the herein "Juaca welcomes puppies" Blog dated January 29, 2007, from a certain Mark Canios, which stated: 

        "xxx now seriously, i think you should go back to writing as in feature writing and stuff like that. and pu-leeeaze not legal writing! leave that in the office ahahahaha!" (Underscoring ours.) xxx     xxx    xxx

Allegedly, this Writer, Mark Canios submits, should leave legal writing to the confines of the Office, more particularly known as the Office of Justice TDLF. The aforecited Comment shows amusement on the part of its Comment-er, to wit:

"xxx ahahahaha!"(Text Color ours.) xxx      xxx      xxx

While the writer of this blog sincerely acknowledges the advice of this Comment-er, notwithstanding the lunatic tendencies of the latter in which lucid intervals are a bleak occurrence, such comment behooves her to compose a blog entry with the use of legalistic terms. The purpose of such course of action is solely to drive the Comment-er into a charivari and laughing frenzy, and thereby cause gastric pains sans kamote,gabi or any fart-inducing root crop.

The lone issue of this blog is: Whether or not the Comment-er, in writing his Comment, acted without or in excess of jurisdiction amounting to grave abuse of discretion. 

Premises considered, we hereafter go into the merits of his Comment.

Comment-er is a long-time friend of the Writer, whose relationship with the former has commenced as friendship but eventually evolved into sisterhood, much to the latter's agreement and glee. To this date, the Writer has admired the multifarious talents of this Comment-er,which include eyelash-batting,fire-eating, sleep-walking and daydreaming, to mention a few.*  Comment-er is also a prolific writer whose intelligence and wit shines through his every work. It is this Writer's contention that he is so good at writing that he is oftentimes plagiarized by college classmates.** Thus, it can be safely deduced from the aforementioned that Comment-er has sufficient authority to make the Comment, which is the subject matter of this blog.

No grave abuse of discretion having been found, this Writer DENIES the petition for certiorari and AFFIRMS the subject Comment, but with the modification that this Writer be allowed to apply legalese to her future blogs.

SO ORDERED.

 

*Singing, painting,public speaking,figure skating, picadilly circus strolling,  swimming, discus throwing, chicken mangling, dog-mauling, etc. etc.

**Jang Salting, Cristine Credo, Febrose Ocero, Mabel Durotan-Moore, Marjane Abalde-Lovaas, Rezil Nemra, Vanessa Alvarez, Mai Uyguangco, Michael Fabello,Carlo Calingin, Robert Dael, the San Antonio, St. John Vianney and Sacred Heart Seminarians, and yours truly.

[No animal was harmed during the making of this blog.]

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Gael Garcia Bernal is H-O-T

He's the next best thing to hazelnut frappe. (Notice my constant reference to this cold concoction?)

I first saw him in Y Tu Mama Tambien and I was shocked, albeit entertained, by the serious liplocking of this dud with another H-O-T Mexican actor Diego Luna. One would have to be really stripped of all self-consciousness to do that scene. So it came as no surprise at all that this guy catapulted himself to icon status (in my universe, at least) in a string of raw, endearing performances whilst engorging everyone in his eyes hailed as the world's sexiest ever by People Magazine.

Here's a review of one of his films, Amores Perros (Hey, I'm not good in doing reviews, so unless otherwise indicated, the various sources named are to be thanked.:-)

A film that made it onto numerous top ten lists in both 2000 and 2

001, depending on its stateside or Mexican release date, Amores Perros is an overlapping consideration of the crises of love as it wavers in and out of reciprocity, in both the gutters and penthouses of Mexico City. More striking on the surface is how that theme is explored metaphorically through the egregious mistreatment and abuse of all species of dogs, the double entendre "bitches" of the title. Their graphic deaths and dismemberments might have given the ASPCA fits if it weren't for the short that accompanies the video and DVD release, which illustrates the "canine actors" at work and demonstrates the methods of bloodying them without actually hurting them. In his astonishing debut, director Alexandro Gonzalez Inarritu saves the real blood for the fractured human relationships, agonizing in their complexity and cruelty. Directing an interweaving screenplay by Guillermo Arriaga, whose narrative structure bursts with the kind of freshness once ascribed to Quentin Tarantino, Inarritu brings his gritty camera into the dingy slums and palatial condos with equal confidence. From this he mines authentic perceptions about the strain of loyalties under the duress of an ironic, twisted reality. The moral center of the film is a disheveled hit man, living as a bum among the detritus of his wasted life and ruined family. His solution for how to resolve a conflict between back-stabbing brothers is the enduring image of a film that consistently and brilliantly dissects the anguish behind the titular cliché.

From Derek Armstrong, All Movie Guide

 

Juaca welcomes puppies!

Our dog Juaca has a penchant for taking God's order (Go forth and mul-ti-ply)  to heart (and wagging tail).

Just this morning she gave birth to a new set of puppies sans help from our resident nurses Mama and Mavette, resident physician Ate Shai and our handy handyman Papang. Somebody put a leash on this bitch (no pun intended). Everyone's so excited, except me, who has become desensitized to former puppies spewing forth latter puppies. I love our dog Juaca but I'm just not the type who likes to cuddle dogs.  In a few days little furry hairballs will be running around, marking on anything that stands at a 90-degree angle to the ground, messing up our new miraculously home-y garage floor in hopes of claiming their puppyland territory. Fast forward to two weeks, they will be served by the hour on the hour hot meals of fish and occasional pork in which cholesterol will not be counted and no washing of dishes is expected afterwards. The whole day is spent frolicking in the garden and playing around until all energy is spent (and cool drinking water awaits).

Sigh...

I wish I was a dog.

Except for the part where I cannot, for the sake of my being and existence, eat chocolates.

My new favorite food is LAING

Thanks to Marivie, I'll get my monthly or, if I'm lucky, weekly, fix of Laing, Laing, Laing. I never knew leaves could taste so gooood! And I don't mind the sili that exquisitely burns my larynx, er, pharynx, er, never mind. Ever wonder why we gradually can't get enough of those tiny scarlet chilis? I have read eons ago (when reading the encyclopedia used to be cool) that the more we eat spicy food, the more we get de-sensitized to its flavor, thereby prompting us to take in more of it to level up to our appetite. Its just like being on drugs (I have no idea what I'm talking about. Amy Winehouse, can you help me with this?). Whatever this gibberish is, I hope I made sense talking about my favorite condiment in the world. Or should I have been talking about the Laing? Doh! Oh well, I guess I'm drunk.

you're gonna love me!

You need a back rub? Come to me. There will be a lounge for you waiting at the end of your boring day, regaled by a candlelit hallway, at my humble abode. Need someone to talk to? Sit beside me. I'll pretend to listen, or if I'm genuinely interested in your melancholic jitters, I'll really listen, between sips of your hazelnut flavored frappe which I shall take without permission, because, hey, you'll  love my company you wouldn't mind me drinking from your straw at all. Tired of the usual ride home? Hop into my car. Let's run on 120 with open windows and scream at the pedestrians we'll almost, and intentionally, crash into. Got two left feet for dancing? Never worry. I got two right ones. Sleepless? I got a litany of boring stories you could listen to and, for once in your life, you'll be thankful God created nerds.Are you in a rut? Same here. Let's get out of it beautifully, graciously, scandalously.

narcissa