Entries for February, 2007
I move to patent this month-long celebration of the human nature. I, Baboysai, declare February as Pinoy Kalibugan Month: the month of desparation, cold nights, and red roses. Let's start it off by moving with the flow, by taking a minute and internalizing this quote by a most celebrated writer:
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
Neil Gaiman
I, Baboysai, a creature who feeds on love, cannot live without it 24-7. Admit it, hate it as you may, people who have known loneliness cannot help but love. Love should be celebrated every waking moment. So for such repressed feelings such as Lust, let us give it our all, and explode this February!
Baboysai reads Video Girl Ai
Nothing like going out with girlfriends to make your day. Or night.
Not even 3-inch heels and walking the stretch of Timog Avenue could kill it.
Not even the blinding white cowboy hat. No, wait, the cowboy hat could never kill any day. And that night, everybody just had to try its magic. Not just me.
Like the old song goes: "Sometimes, love just ain't enough."
On with the Kalibugan celebration! 
Though in the end, we go home, with the hope that some warm and fuzzy feeling will top the night off like whipped cream on hot white chocolate.
In short, heels can only take you so far.
No, I was talking about love. Lust can only take you so far.
Baboysai listens to Nessun Dorma
Baboysai reads 20th Century Boys
I will name some medieval war-time films:
Joan of Arc, Braveheart, Robin Hood, movies associated with King Arthur, you get the picture. I think there are quite a number. B-movies included.
I'm no film student but I think that it's hard to recreate these times: castles, the armor, the horses, the gore. Although with animation, these might be easy as pie. Many war movies have been aided with CG to show 300,000 iron-clad men with their spears and shields. Music scores are usually impressive, since these times are also often associated with magic, dragons, and fairy tales.
I will now name all medieval war-time themed animation works, Western and anime, <that I know:>
Vision of Escaflowne. Record of Lodoss Wars. Erm... that's about it. If you know anymore, tell me, okay? Then of course, recently, I watched Berserk.
You have to forgive Berserk's animation though. It's been animated in the 1997's, a decade ago. And I can't help but think about He-man or some other Hannah-Barbera series. Cameras panning at still pictures, give me a break. I mean, when you've seen animation in 2003 and thought it crappy, wait till you see this. So when I got to watch the first episode with my sister, I felt like vomitting. No kidding. My sister couldn't take it, apparently. However, I have a more tolerating side in me.
The first episode showed nothing but gore, hints of rape, demons, a big guy with a big sword, burning villages (in stills! the agony!). But like I said, due to my nature, I don't usually draw a conclusion after the first episode. And how am I to write a review by watching an episode? (??) Duh.
But hey, surprisingly, when the story started to unfold in the following episodes, at first I didn't notice but I was glued. When I realized this, I thought of the reasons why. I thought of animation with this theme, and nothing else came to mind. War, seige, strategy, that kind of stuff. Joan-of-Arc-ish. Then the story (which my sister pointed out as having hints of homosexuality) was rather peculiar:
It starts with Guts, a skilled wandering mercenary, who comes across the Band of the Hawks, a notorious mercenary group. The group picks on him, but he is forced by the band leader, Griffith, to join them instead.
Guts becomes Griffith's favorite, and entrusting to him very crucial tasks, much to the chagrin of some of the band's men, and woman. There is one woman in the band, Casca, who treats Griffith's words as the law. This explains how she hates Guts' complacent attitude around Griffith. Though Casca is a woman, she is second only to Griffith and Guts in swordfighting.
Griffith leads the band exceptionally well, that in three years' time, he has an army of 5,000 handpicked soldiers, and has been known all throughout Midland (their country) as the undefeated Band of the Hawk. Guts becomes his leutenant, and Casca becomes Major. Griffith moves higher and higher in the political scene as he conquers more and more territories from Tudor (the enemy country).
This may be a typical story thus far, but it is Griffith's dream to become King, though he is a commoner. And in the later parts, appearances of demons, and the twists of the character's fates make the story more complicated.
The most interesting character here is not Guts, though it is his story that is being told. For me, the most developed character is Griffith, who is very ambitious, passionate, cold and warm person at the same time. Very handsome, I thought he was an elf at first. His fascination with Guts is almost homosexual, but apparently isn't. It is Guts' actions that he misunderstood as betrayal that led to his destruction. Much like a lover who loses all hope after a bitter discovery.
In all fairness, I thought the music score was quite good. Some harpy tunes that suggest magic. If this were produced in the later years, I think it could have been better.
This anime, however, is only about a third of the story's current run, therefore it does leave one hanging. I haven't read the manga yet, so I can't tell much out of it. But so far, this is my rating:
Type: Anime
Title: Kenfu no Denki Berserk (manga- Berserk)
Author: Kentaro Miura
Vintage: 1997 (manga- 1989)
Rating: 
Jen, I’m home. Jen? Geez! Don’t scare me like that! Where were you, the lights were out? Did you go see mom today? Yeah? She’s eating? Don’t you think she’s getting too thin? Yeah? Not even your jello? Haha not even your jello! Then you should cook something better Jen. Did you eat? I bought you McDonalds.
No, I was- I was out. Don’t talk smart, hey. I’m a lot older. It’s none of your business, Jen. I said I was out, okay?
This? I uh- I bought it. It’s really cold, I just thought of buying one, what’s the big deal? I’ll get you one next time, okay? What color would you like? Oh, yeah, you like blue, right? Hey, don’t walk out, hey! I’m not changing the topic-
No, wait, Jen! Okay, okay, I’ll tell you. It’s got something to do with the phone call. The one I wouldn’t talk about. Yeah I’ve been getting much of it lately. Especially after mom’s hospitalization. Don’t freak out, okay? Promise not to freak out. I saw him today. Or… it’s rather I met him. Not by accident. The phone calls, Jen. He’s been calling me all this time. Don’t hate me for not telling you, okay?
What, you don’t- hey, I told you not to play with my flashlight, hey! I’m talking here! What, you don’t want to hear it? You don’t wanna know what he said? Yeah, I thought you would.
He said he missed you Jen. Yeah, he missed me too, he said. What, you want to see him? He’s gone now, he went somewhere. I, I don’t know, Jen, okay? He just wanted to have some dinner with me. Well he thought, he thought you might not recognize him if you saw him.
You wanna know what I ordered? I had a steak, Jen. Something good, for a change. You never cook anything decent. Ouch! Hey! I was just kidding!
Hey… hey. I didn’t mean it. He said he missed you okay? Well it was a really brief meeting and I finished my steak up fast we didn’t get to talk about those things. I’m sure you had a lotta questions, Jen. Me too.
Haha, you wanted steak too? Sorry I remembered you were craving chicken nuggets yesterday. Hey, you’re okay now? You wanna meet him? I said I- I said I don’t know, didn’t I? I mean, do you even remember him, Jen? Do you remember his face? Do you remember his laugh? Huh? You can’t just want to meet somebody you don’t even remember, right?
What, you think it’s unfair? You think I enjoyed it?! You think I could take a bite at the steak?!
Wait, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be shouting, I’m sorry. It’s just… It’s all so unfair, Jen. I couldn’t eat anything. He bought me this scarf. He bought me gifts, Jen, thinking I’m still ten years old. He thought I’d forget everything after a steak and some gifts, Jen.
I lied. We talked, no… he talked for a long time. Trying to ask questions, I didn’t like answering. He asked about school. He didn’t even know I quit it, Jen. Of course, how could he? He even smiled that I still got his rosary. He asked about you… He looked- happy, Jen. Successful. It’s just so unfair.
I told him about you, though. I told him you grew up to be so beautiful. Hey. You don’t remember him, right? You don’t want to see him right? He didn’t even want to see you, Jen. He’s scared you might not know him. The coward. Can’t take a beating from you, haha. Hah…
Yeah I told him about mom too. How he heard about her, I don’t know. I didn’t tell him why, though. Why she wouldn’t eat, or why she just- gave up, you know? I couldn’t tell him, Jen. That would give him too much credit. And the last thing I wanted was pity from him.
I don’t understand it, Jen. I said I didn’t want his pity, but I don’t understand anything I’m feeling right now. I swear I want to tear up this rosary, but, you know, I’d end up picking up the beads. You get me, Jen?
Hey, don’t look at me like that. I didn’t eat any of the steak, I swear. I left everything on the table, but when I went out it was cold has hell. So I came back for it, haha. Stupid, right? When I came back in, the package was still there. But he was gone. Haha, stupid.
NOTE: for the benefit of the readers, this is another Creative Writing 10 exercise, where we were told to write flash fiction out of three items of choice given (keys, rosary, flashlight). Items need not manifest in the story, but the character must be defined as someone having to own such items. The style of the flash fiction is "fixed", that we were instructed that the content be 100% pure talk from the character.
Baboysai reads Berserk!
Baboysai watches Paranoia Agent
It was a Monday but what we saw competed with the Friday crowd. I don't know how that is relevant to the rest of what I'm going to write, but I don't care.
Old acquaintances showed up from way down south- leaving me to entertain the lot of them. Which was fine. Geez. Like I said, I can handle three-year olds well. We hadn't seen each other in almost two years. 
They hadn't changed a bit, except that I missed them a little. I'll give them credit for that.
NO OCTOPUS RIDE. 
Boo. Have I expressed enough anger?
Oh, Imago was there. Two songs, big deal. Mojofly was there, big deal. Big *Effing* deal! I came for a show, demmit. Wait, Up Dharma Down gave one- her voice is just other worldly, makes your eyes go -->
even if technically, she's catering to your ears. Well.
Bored our brains out, we went treasure hunting... I think it's one of the reasons why the fair is so exciting. It's the hunt for the magical stuff. Called: Booze. See, for a little history exam:
Years ago the annual fair overflowed with the stuff, for up to 80% cheaper. But because of barbaric incidents they concluded it caused (i.e. stabbing, stampedes, conquering new territories), it was, sadly, banned. However, loyals to the good old days of the fair still ship it in, if only a little. Just enough to up your experience. Thus, the treasure hunt.
Ahem. Okay. We found it anyway, at the cost of feet. What a night.
Now's the moment of truth. All the black-shirt gangs have been waiting for. The part where those with no tickets bang on the GI fences, foam at the mouth and go AAARGH! Give it up for: Parokya ni Edgar! No wait, it's Kamekaze on stage... huh? But Chito's up there, oh.. it's Jay, ha, what?
Just to make things clear: I AM NOT A FAN. But anybody's a sucker for a good show, right? And, man, they were the greatest last night. Parokya ni Kaze. 100% with stunts. Headstands. The like. They really put on a show, waiting four hours was worth it. I hate to admit it, but...
I'm a convert. 
Darn, I hate to say this... I'm a, I- I'm a... (gulp) fan. hee.
It's Valentine's day today.
I'm bored.
I have a project due in two hours. But I'm not doing a g*damn thing.
Beats the hell out of me.
Everybody seems to blog on Valentine's Day.
Big deal. I'm not cynical or anything. In fact, I am a Diyosa. I am Baboysai! I am a fighter for love!
It's just that, you know, for some reason, I'm having all sorts of allergies. Must be the sensitive skin. And they torture me to no end! I can't -not- scratch them!
And I have a project due in two hours! And I can't -not- do it either. But I don't wanna!
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It's Valentine's day today.
Ha. I finished my exam plate in 45 minutes! Queen!
I didn't know they could kill.
Luckily, today was a swing-free one. I had put off this promise for five months now- cleaning the house. And when I thought about it, most of my problems kinda rooted to this impediment- a friggin' house that hasn't been cleaned in five months.
Like for example: my pimples broke out. Dirty lifestyle. The rashes. The g*damn rashes. My pigging out- since I haven't been cooking my own "healthy" food. God I miss cooking. Thus, the weight gain. With the weight gain and pimples comes: dundun dundun! Low self-esteem! I'm ugly.
And that is totally out of character for me. Me? Baboysai? Queen? Goddess? Low self-esteem and ugly cannot be added to the string of words there. But the crazy thing is that I'm feeling it. And I wished I just had some crack in my brain that would have allowed me to vomit until I was diagnosed with bolemia. Or scare myself away from eating to be called anorexic.
I was annoyed that my brain was just too right to have any psychological defects! Except the fact that I am- depressing- myself and I can't understand why!
Tomorrow, I will pamper myself at the ultimate woman's haven- the beauty parlor. I will cook lunch and spend some time with myself. With maybe a sister or two. (fyi, my other sister just arrived to spend two nights with her boyfriend here). I will put cucumber on my eyes. I'll drink with friends, and chase my dream again.
Sigh. I do believe that Woman is the most complex out of everything else that matter.
I thought I lost the interest. I thought I no longer felt the excitement. I thought I no longer cared. I thought I'd lost la'mour. For Naruto.
(Recall here) Note: If you do not care, go away.
It has been, what, a year? Since I got to see one of my favorite characters of all time, the promised "untalented" idiot ninja if Konoha, the cute little brat, Naruto, bristling with life. They had kept him in fillers for too long. The rabid fans clamoring for the 2 and a half years time lapse finally got what they wanted. Thirsts quenched.
I honestly didn't know what to expect. It's in my personality not to expect though, to avoid disappointment. If it sucked, I'd quit it. If it was good, well... that remained to be seen.
When the show started, seeing his shadow, hearing his footsteps, his slightly deeper voice, my heart stopped. Naruto. Good old Naruto. With the first minute of CG animation and a new set of superb music tracks, I was already satisfied. I guess a fond heart is easy to please.
Although they started on the wrong foot, excluding the Kakashi Gaiden from the recaps, jumping to Naruto and Sasuke's confrontation, these were forgivable. Kakashi gaiden, though it is important, can be put off a little while longer. And I figure they just had to show team 7 again, before going back in time where Naruto comes back from his training a changed "man".
The new music is really promising. The animation is amazing for a TV show. Both elements are so good they elevate the whole episode to movie-level production. The slow-motion sequences are gripping.
Of course, the whole thing, all rolled into one, was not only the best episode so far, but the most heart-wrenching too. The memories of the show I used to love came flooding back to me, and the old emotions that glued me to it came rushing back. They did me justice.
Naruto Shippuden was worth the wait.
Title: Naruto Shippuden (Part 2, episode 01-02, One-hour special)
Release: Feb. 15, 2007 (raw release)
Original Story by: Masashi Kishimoto -sama
Credits to: Dattebayo subbing group
Baboysai listens to Toshiro Masuda music
Baboysai reads Lord of the Flies by William Golding
You know the expression "hayz"?
It's like a slang of a local term for sighing. Comes from the word: hay. (Hai)
I hate it when people add a "z" where they aren't supposed to. Like: Hayz.
Like, Punkz not dead.
But you know, there's a psychological phenomenon called "the more you hate, the more you love". Not in the literal sense but like in this example: say you hate the Backstreet boys (boyz 
) but the song "I want it that way" seems to be playing in your mind for two days straight. (Also known as Last Song Syndrome or LSS).
Hayz, punkz not dead, let's eat bread.
But beer is food, it tastes good.
Go to sleep, do not peep.
When we wake, let's eat cake.
But beer is food, so life is good.
---by baboysai.
Aytenchu. Bow.
Not Hed Kandi. Not the movie. Not the music.
Head Candy: (baboysai version)
- n. phenomenon. feeling. experience.
- is when you eat a whole slice of Devil's Food Cake. And halfway through you want to throw up. But you force it in because you paid for it.
- eyes get watery.
- head hurts. And floats.
- similar to "brain freeze", but instead of freezing, brain assumes the properties of egg icing.
- may last for three hours or more.
v. na-head candy.
Baboysai listens to A ha's Take on Me.
Baboysai reads Lord of the Flies by William Golding
Baboysai watches Heroes ep. 16!
Dancing.
All the energy. I'm like a Naruto with overflowing chakra. I need to explode somewhere! 
I wanna grind, groove, jump, turn, and the classic: head bang. Hyper...
There's just no genre when I'm hyper. Let's do the 80s, Rock, Pop, Japanese Hip Hop, the I'm-too-sexy. AAAARGH I'm overflowing with energy! Somebody save me while this lasts!
Too bad it's 5:30 in the afternoon, I'm not alone in the house but with someone I can -not- dance with. This sucks. I need to get away from here. Come on, take me somewhere, somebody!
And I am reminded that I have a complicated Powerpoint to prepare, an exam this Monday, and a boring plate due this Tuesday. 
Tsk tsk. C'mon, it's a Friday- things like that are unmentionable!
Baboysai listens to Do You Want To by Franz Ferdinand
I didn't expect that a lot of people would actually go to this "Elevate" thing. I never cared before. And I guess, non-UPD people wouldn't either. But the odd thing here is, well, I am a UPD person.
"Where's your school spirit?"
Okay so anyway, in the four years I've been in this university, I watched for the first time the UP Pep Squad's concert called Elevate. I'm not saying I don't appreciate them or anything. In fact, I'd like to contort like they do one time or another. It's just that, well, I don't really care much about shows. Except the shows I'd care about. Hee. (I am making no sense, am I?)
When I got to the theater, I saw the familiar people around me, people from when I was still a freshman, people I was in a certain dorm with four years ago. Ugh, dorm life. The awkard air when you know this guy's face, and he knows your face just because you've seen each other in the mess hall, but that you haven't talked for all eternity. Should he say hi? Should I say hi? And the annoying thing about that night was that, it's apparently the dorm culture in UPD to support the Pep Squad in this level. Fan-girly level. Thank God I didn't grow to be one. I wouldn't recognize myself.
I expected routine stuff from the Pep Squad. They're pretty good, you know. Hands down. Anybody asked for some school spirit? And I might not have any references other than the six years of watching the UAAP cheerdance competitions, but I think that UP Pep Squad is actually one of the best and high-level cheerdancers out there.
I was surprised to see that the actual performance they showed last night lasted for two hours, give or take some minutes. They didn't just show a routine, they put on a show.
"Aah, so this is Elevate."
In fairness to them, aside from the stunning crowd-pleasing stunts and moves, they made an effort with their extra videos. And their music selection was good. I was even surprised to see ballet. 0.0 It's ballet, man! Heh.
I noticed I knew quite a few of the dancers there, which were also my dormmates a few years back. But the fact that dormers were also seated behind me and screaming ****'s name a gazillion times behind my head made me want to bring out a hundred-year old club and smash everybody who screamed his name. He wasn't the show-off, the fangirls were. I hate fangirls. Go to your rooms and do your stuff, or I beat you to death in my own head. (Sadly that's all I can do, or I'd be in prison. That sucks, you know).
So this turned out to be a rant. But that other than the rants, Elevate is worth more than the 100-buck ticket. That's school spirit for you.
brought to you by: UP ARKIFORUM, YEYO, BEST ORG, PAKYU! woot!
Tsk tsk, not to forget the sponsors: Partas the Killer bus and Arkishop.
And of course, the wise judges: Prof. Danny Silvestre, (I 
DA Silvestre), Prof. Niccolo del Castillo, a.k.a Nik da Stik, and of course, Dean Prosperidad Luis of the UP College of Architecture. Thank you so much!
With the charming hosts of the show: The beautiful moi, and the cute and cuddly Anjo. ^_^ Screw-ups may be ignored. 
Thank you to all architectural schools who participated. Architectural quiz shows rock. (If you think otherwise, I don't care. Go away)
Did I mention, I DA Silvestre. Heh.
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