Entries for November, 2006
My fourth sembreak started by walking our dogs around the neighborhood that I don't quite know that much. And the place distanced from me farther still because of the changes it had undergone. Not the houses, for the houses have been that way since they were first constructed. But on the people I no longer knew. These are the things I learned: The climate is changing, people move out and new ones move in, good friends that become best friends, and best friends that become mere acquaintances.
It was kind of sad but it wasn't a surprise for me. It was... expected. Though I had thought that old friendships would have lasted until they were godmothers of my children. But that was a long time ago. These, along with my other dreams, have faded. I somehow sensed that things could no longer be patched up, though I half-expected to catch up. I did my part, I always say. In return I find other old good friends that have proved that I still have my life in this place. That they still think of me. I am a jealous friend but not a possessive one.
Apart from disappointments borne of old friendships, I was rather put down by the lost relationship I had with my closest sister. I thought, when I had been her roommate for a year, that we had finally caught up with each other. Though I had always complained about her irresponsibility, I bear nothing but love for her. And I was somewhat disappointed that she did not return my kindness. She would humiliate me in front of everybody, in an intolerable way. I was often at the point of tears, and I knew she must not have meant it, but I was hurt no matter how much I tried not to be.
My parents were getting old, but healthier by the minute. Sitting in the front seat while my father was driving, I remembered all the cruel things I had often shouted to them years ago. And I realized how stupid I was, and the stupid things I attempted to do thinking I was right. Parents really are something, huh? They are a solidified bulk of wisdom. Amazing beings.
On a not so rare occasion in my life I got so drunk again. But I never do the same things twice. There is no trademark habit when I'm drunk. Others may have annoying hiccups (like my father), others chew gum (like my sister), others just sit in a corner and sleep (like a friend of mine). But with me, I just go crazy is all. One time I remember running and telling everybody that I'm flying. Then there was also a time I pressed a lit cigarette on my friend's cheek, and she did the same to me and we laughed like hell. Another time I left my pretty little cellphone in the pub and sobered after I realized it. I even ended up with everything on me off except for my jeans at a game called "strip-lucky nine" and crawling over the dirty bathroom of the dormitory. Everything is a unique experience, we shall put it. Anyway, back on track, this time on a post-holloween morning, I got so drunk I french-kissed a good friend and neighbor of mine because of a premise whether he was gay or not. I decided when I woke up later that it was no biggie, like the stripping-with-strangers incident. We met again at a party two days later and nothing seemed different. He was still an idiot and we're cool. The good part about it all was learning that my boyfriend is still the best kisser.
By this time I no longer walked the dogs because they had fleas. I told my father it was time for their regular shot (which was foregone for six months because apparently no one was there to remind him). When we finally approached them for their flea shots I was disgusted, at the same time, saddened at the sight of (brace yourselves) not fleas, but clusters of ticks on their heads, eyebrows and necks! Like little mushrooms have grown on them. I was at the point of tears. Why had they been abandoned like this? I was part annoyed that I could never be there to take care of them because I'm away most of the time, and frustrated that no one would love them as much as I would. Nikki and Hershey were sickly and weak because of the families of ticks that plagued them while I was away.
During those ten days of the break I learned a very important lesson from children. Though I may have already said this, I was greatly amazed that watching children had greatly magnified this ridiculously wonderful phenomenon: All you need is love. My little neice was crying because her sitter had not carried her when she fell asleep. And I couldn't say anything to her, remembering her mother who left her when she was still a baby. She didn't cry because she couldn't get a barbie doll like other kids might have, but she cried because no one was holding her when she woke up. Scars like these reopen when people get older.
During the break I was filled with people's stories of heartaches and triumphs. And I could not help but be greatly moved because I am a self-proclaimed fighter of love! Like an Akazukin Cha-cha. I left our house with the dogs in the backyard: bathed, ticks severed off, trimmed, exposing their skin with red spots that depressed me again. We drove off, I in the while thinking that they'd be healthy once again, and that the shots should be working fine. When I arrived in the airport I almost didn't recognize Randell.
He seemed to have changed. His hair had grown longer and he looked a little older. After a night back together he was the same again, despite the hair. And I realized how much I missed him.
1. Acquire about a handful and a half of oyster mushrooms. Oyster mushrooms look like brown plates. No, they don't look like umbrellas, no they aren't the button ones.
2. Wash the mushrooms carefully (these mushrooms are very fragile). If you think they're too big then cut them in half. Don't cut them too small though. They should be at least 3cm in diameter. (leave it to an architect-wannabe to give you a recipe and you get this kind of specs!)
3. Get a block of tofu about 10cm x 10cm x 2.5cm or of any dimensions but of the same mass. It really doesn't matter because you're going to slice them into cubes anyway. Just to give you an idea of how much.
4. In a wok (or deep pan), put some oil in. About 2-3 tablespoons. Fry the tofu. When frying tofu, do not stir unless the bottom side is cooked. Because tofu can break into a thousand pieces if you're not careful. To not do this, wait until a side is cooked, then turn them, and the same process goes on and on until all sides are cooked. Cooked in the sense that it's just a golden brown, crisp but soft, not gummy. Overcooking tofu results in something terrible, it would ruin your dinner, whatever it is.
4.1. By the way, while you're waiting for the first side to get crisp or something, it's the perfect time to salt the tofu. Just sprinkle the salt and pepper to your taste. If you trust mine though, it's about half a teaspoon or something.
5. Add the mushrooms and toss. So that the tofu doesn't get overcooked.
6. Put some oyster sauce in. About two tablespoons. Now oyster sauce isn't entirely yummy alone. So you add some 3 tablespoons of water. It's still quite salty for me so I add a little sugar. It's really up to you.
Yippee! Dinner is served.
1-2 servings.
Brought to you from: Baboysai's kitchen.
Well this month will be loaded with new recipes because I, Baboysai, has decided to go on a diet! Again... What diet? Scrap the southbeach thing. It's too darn tormenting! This is just a simple diet I'm following- the high in vegetable and fish diet! Woohoo. And as many doughnuts as I want! (I'm currently addicted to Ciello's doughnuts. I can't get it out of my mind!)
This is a very simple recipe.
1. Cut up a medium sized Fuji apple into cubes, bite-size.
2. Get any kind of tomatoes and cut them up any way you want. It all depends on you how much of it you want.
3. Boil quail eggs 5-6 minutes. Peel and half.
4. Put ingredients together and some mayonnaise (I use Lady's choice sandwhich spread). Sugar to taste. About 3/4 teaspoon if you trust my judgement. You may want to use mayo with 0 carbs or something.
And voila! It's so simple you could do it with your eyes closed.
You know, I don't really want to babble about random things without adding my own conclusions or without something to impart on the readers (I am optimistic, and I think there are readers. Though it's a sad reality that this blog is barely breathing on optimisim alone). Because I know by experience that reading random babble without a standpoint is irritating. I mean, what's the point that someone writes if not to share some opinion or commentary or story?
However! I cannot free myself of this urge sometimes. I RANT.
That is why I wanted to get this creative writing course so badly. Hey, don't think me desperate. I didn't want to take it just so I could update this place with more skill. In fact, blogging was never part of the objective when I thought about the course. I just wanted to improve myself, wanted to feel the adrenaline rush all over again. Because I was a writer once. But along with many dreams, it faded.
So... on to the real stuff why I really wrote this entry. You wouldn't believe what's happening to me right now. I read and do my homeworks. I go home early. I go to the library to actually read! And of all crimes to be guilty of, I missed one class! One f*cking class!
Okay so many theories lurk behind this mysterious behavior.
1. That it was the creative writing class and I did my homework for nothing if I didn't attend it.
2. The professor might have required a class activity (about this character imaging we read for homework) and I missed it.
3. I did it for my boyfriend (this story is another matter and I will not divulge).
4. This is the first class I've missed so far (for this semester).
5. I am actually passionate about my education for once!
Now, theory #5 seems to answer all other theories. See, I'm interested now! I take notes in class! I participate! I want to be a successful architect, demmit!
Wow, this revelation is amazing. I mean, wasn't it just weeks ago I was depressed to the point of muscular atrophy because I didn't have a dream? That I didn't have any motivation? Look at the difference, people. A person who isn't passionate dries away, while someone with a passion is wet with excitement everytime!
That didn't sound right. Wrong choice of words. Haha.
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