Entries for September, 2006
September 8, 2006 @ 07:22 PM
Agnes' Torte Mexicana
Posted by baboysai under Baboysai's Works
I confess that this wasn't really my creation, but let's technically accept the word "imitation". For once two years ago when I dined at Oz Cafe in UP, I ordered this Torte Mexicana meal, and I have never forgotten the taste.
It was almost a year after that I attempted to do it on my own, but with the lack of certain ingredients I could not perfect the dish. I am a very determined cook, for those who don't know. I consider cooking as a labor of love, no wait, an act of love.
Due to circumstances I had a gut feeling that this time I could make it. And so I share with you my Torte Mexicana! *clap clap*
serves 2
1. prepare the ground meat (preferrably pork)
2. Batter the eggs like you do scrambled. Add salt, oregano, basil, and milk.
3. Seed a tomato and slice it to little cubes. Squeeze a little of the juice on the slices. Set aside.
4. Finely dice garlic and onion. Saute in a pan.
5. Add the meat. Add salt and pepper and whatever seasoning you use. Fry until cooked. Drain the oil and set aside.
6. Pour the egg batter onto a frying pan.
7. When the top is still wet but the underside is slightly cooked, carefully spread the meat onto the eggs. Then top with cheese.
8. Fold the egg omelet when cooked and set aside.
9. Put a little oil in a pan. Add the tomato cubes. Put in basil, and add tabasco sauce as much as you feel like. But one should think about the palatability of your dish!
10. Top the tomato mixture on your omelet.
Nicely done!!! Yahoo.
THE END. Baboysai is f*cked
September 8, 2006 @ 07:49 PM
My Life So Far
I'm so (expletive deleted) depressed I can't work within the hour. There's a guy here that looks like Piolo Pascual except for his ears, and a girl he's with who looks like Julia Stiles. I'm in the middle of nowhere and all alone. Sleep is not an option because... I'm depressed. And I will soon phase out of this chosen "destiny" if I don't find an answer to this (expletive deleted) depression.
I ordered a grande hot chocolate three hours ago so I could stay here for as long as I have hot chocolate to drink. Three minutes ago it wasn't hot chocolate anymore. (expletive deleted). I don't know why but I was really conscious that starbucks people might think I'm getting too comfortable, abusing their ambiance. So I bought another grande (300 bucks of grandes, (expletive deleted)), caffeinated to (expletive deleted) up my brain, and I realized I had enough chocolate to last me another hour, sipping at 15-minute intervals. And I think I've had enough of liquids. And when I looked around, people didn't seem to care. Dammit.
I kept thinking about the sole reason for my depression. The meaning of my being an architecture student. The design process. Which for me, hasn't changed since two years ago when I knew half of what I know today. What happened? None. And that's what (expletive deleted) me. What have I been doing all this time? I told myself I would not get affected. I half-expected, no wait, I knew what I'd be showing would not suffice and that it's all half-assed. I thought I'd be okay with it because I never thought I was good enough. But when I heard the words: "It sucks", Ichimaru Gin's Zanpakutou stabbed my heart a thousand times, Bankai mode. And my world, pride, security, confidence, came crashing down, beaten like a (expletive deleted) bloody pulp. Back to zero? You know, this thing is really fine with me if I have all of my life to rethink things, backtrack a little, do some gardening, and get back to brass tacks to start all over again. Then I wouldn't be depressed. But (expletive deleted) time makes me depressed. Who would have thought that it would rain? See, I'm a goddess. The world is feeling with me and cries for me. It's pelting rain.
I thought of the typical anime heroes who are dying in battle. Then time stopes, they remember when they were like, three years old, they think of everyone, and they forget they're dying. They fight like hell and in one massive blow the bad guy dies instead. I wish I were like that. That when it seems like there's no hope, I'd look back at my life so far and realize I've gone a long way, no turning back, and I give out one cool battle cry!
And the trees shake, time starts running again, and evil is gone because I'm so (expletive deleted) good.Which brings me to think of time. See, time is the single greatest mother-(expletive deleted) of all things that matter. Time is imaginary, don't you think? I mean, it's all screwed up. Because it's something that cannot be grasped, cannot be contained, but we're all slaves to it. It's just something everybody has agreed on, and for that (expletive deleted) consensus we cannot escape. Who (expletive deleted) said it was three o'clock? Who said it was one minute? Who said 60 seconds was a minute? It's all imaginary! Yet because of it so many things become undoable, and death becomes possible. Damn. If it weren't for time death would have been powerless. See, it's the greatest mother-(expletive deleted) of all things that matter.
Then I think of anime heroes again. At the brink of death they think "I don't wanna die" and they stand up to face their demons. And this has not happened to me. I am, in fact, at a brink-of-death situation and can't seem to stand up and say "bring it on!
". Because it's better to just close your eyes, smell the flowers, and become timeless. The guy's still here, looks like Piolo Pascual, (expletive deleted) cute, distracting me. The things in life worth pausing time for. Depression doesn't kill. Because if it does, then I'd be happy right now. The sole reason for living is because there is someone you love, you bear his children, and hold him till he sleeps. Things other than love are quite... trivial. I exist because I love.
THE END. Baboysai is (expletive deleted)
September 17, 2006 @ 01:52 PM
Rising from the Fall
Posted by baboysai under Baboysai's Days
After being so down about my whole design project and thinking I couldn't really do it, hey, I'm an anime hero after all. Haha.
Rising from the ashes, I came out as a new person. I couldn't feel the fatigue and wear while working. My fingers were aching but I didn't notice. I had something to think about, worry about, and I had an idea I wanted to convey. And these thoughts just took over me like a spirit and I was not myself. I became someone with a motivation.
I never thought I could do it, and I believe people thought it too. But I went up there, and just thought: "to hell with every last one of you!". And truth of the matter is, I'd still like to think that way. Because celebrate as I might that my final presentation is over, the whole thing is not over. I still have to wait for the final judgement, and that just kills.
I owe this all to Professor Bronne Dytoc, for blatantly saying that my initial design sucked. And to David Ty for telling me that he would "worship" me if I could do the spaceship given the time left.
See David, I did the spaceship. Worship me. Hahaha.
THE END. Baboysai is like normal.
September 17, 2006 @ 02:14 PM
Goodbye on a Sunday Dream
Posted by baboysai under Baboysai's Days
This was BeBe four years ago.
"I am a BeBe.
BeBe is Beauties and the Bestmen.
Beauties are the 3rd Floor GWAPAS.
Bestmen are the Basement Boys.
BeBe is the Happiest Group in Kalayaan 03.
I am a BeBe."
This was BeBe last night.
"I am a BeBe.
BeBe is Beauties and the Bestmen.
Beauties are the 3rd Flor GWAPAS.
Bestmen are the Basement Boys.
Bebe was the Happiest Group in Kalayaan 03.
We were so childish back then.
But it was fun while it lasted.
Cheer, cheer, cheer cheer cheer! GO BeBe."
This was Bebe this morning.
"I am a Bebe.
BeBe is Beauties and the Bestmen.
Beauties are the 3rd Flor GWAPAS.
Bestmen are the Basement Boys.
Bebe was the Happiest Group in Kalayaan 03.
There will be no more BeBes in Kalayaan History.
I'm proud I'm a Bebe.
And BeBe, goodbye. Let's get on with our lives."
THE END. Baboysai is nostalgic
September 26, 2006 @ 09:19 PM
Emptiness is.
I just realized that I haven't sent any letter at all to my boyfriend. Then I remembered that during the highschool phase, I used to send a lot. I concluded it must be the dying imagination. A sad thing.
On a sadder note, I was looking for a reason why I'm here. Like, in this world. I was dismayed that I couldn't find any!
What's the use of being here? Why am I working my ass off? Why do I want to finish this 5-year curriculum? And my mind was just a blank. In which case, I may argue that, I may have the answer but I couldn't think of it as of the moment due to my dying imagination. With this, I concluded earlier that I also have a dying ambition. Dead, rather. Something that may have existed but has ceased to exist. Ladies and gentlemen, I had dreams once. And I did not anticipate losing them.
Five years ago I had a clear picture of what I wanted. When I stepped into the university I already had doubts. When Randell would talk about 3D animation, he would be so passionate, like he could almost touch his dreams. He'd tell me what he really wants, and what he doesn't want. Then when he asked me, I couldn't answer. You might not have felt this, but this is a clear example of emptiness. The lack of ambition. My mother said it was a lack of motivation. But see, you don't get motivated if you don't have an ambition. "What do you want to get motivated for" might be the right question to ask.
Ladies and gentlemen, I am not passionate. Because there is nothing I am passionate about. And you know, this just... sucks.
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