Entries for June, 2007
As a "warning" to freshies, an architecture student's culture is a most interesting thing to observe. What people say about us and the sleepless nights are true, but outsiders can never even grasp half of what really happens. Sleepless nights and archi life is to excavation and a 4-storey house. You can't do without it, but it's not the house.
My sister asked why I had a hangover :
"I thought you had groupwork?"
"Exactly."
See, it's not the coffee. Trust me, it's not. I bet you my apartment that out of ten archi students who drink coffee, only two will stay up. The other eight will wake up when the sun's hot on their faces, curse, and cram. My sister (again) asked why I was cramming one time. I didn't even bother answering. I mean, would she have believed me if I said it was because I wasn't "inspired" until two days before deadline? Inspiration, kids, kicks in after four seasons of Friends in two and a half days of couch potato-ing. It comes when the DVD stops playing, it's 1:00 in the morning and everybody's asleep. It's times like this you realize if you don't start drafting soon, you're screwed.
If by any chance the said eight students will not sleep, they'll either be just sitting around whining, or watching the other groupmate work. And if you're wondering if they'll ever get to work, refer to previous paragraph.
When I was a freshman staying in the freshies' dormitory, I'd do my plates in my friend's room where everybody was. Do you ever wonder why your upperclassmen stay overnight often? Here's the idea. Try doing a plate alone, in your own house, where your bed is within a 10m radius. Then try doing it at a friend's house where there are five of you, one has already claimed the couch so your only comfort is a throwpillow and the floor. I bet you my sister's car you'll choose to work all night.
My point, in so many words, is simply this: No man is an island. If you don't master the skills stated above, I bet you three months allowance that you'll shift after three semesters. By then I'd have been three months allowance richer, maintaining two apartments, and driving two cars. 
Two nights ago I pulled an all-nighter to solve the sizing details of a theoretical bridge, a completion exam for my structural design class. When I work on a plate, it's inevitable to affect my working environment. Papers here and there, pens rolling off somewhere, tables full of stuff, clothes strewn all over the place, you get the picture. It's because I'd like to think that I have no time to put stuff back where they belong if I'm still working. The problem is that, after the work is done, I'd feel so exhausted, and the place would be too messed up I wouldn't know where to start. So I don't start...
Apparently, along with the exam, I had been in-charge of making my sister's Save the Date, a wedding pre-invitation image. What my sister wanted was slightly more complicated than what I could muster at the moment using Adobe Photoshop (TM). And it broke my self-esteem not being able to produce what she had in mind, me being a wannabe artist and all. I decided it was about time to learn the effing pen tool. Now that I think about it it's actually crazy that I'd been using the software for months without getting to use the pen. So I took a crash course: I read three pages of tutorial. Period. But it really helped. So I'm posting my finished product for all of you guys to see:
That there, in case you didn't realize, is my sister and her fiancee. This picture was taken in China. Useless information that make you go "oh" anyway.
I've promised to clean the house soon after I finished on the plate. But since I've been busy with this thing I figured I'd do it whenever I have the time. It's still messy so maybe I still didn't have the time. But hey, Brad Pitt was really gorgeous in Ocean's 13. Great two-and-a-half-hour move. 
Two days ago I went into my usual depression. Since my boobs were kinda hurting, it must be PMS again. Crying for no reason at all is really annoying, and it drained the life-force out of me. Crying for all waking hours is not funny anymore! I figured it was time to clean. When emotionally unstable, clean. At least it'll get you somewhere. Like, a clean bathroom or something.
I might have said this before, I have this irritating habit when cleaning. See, I clean with all my heart. I don't clean half-assed, and I do it all the way. People may do it like, one day for the bathroom, one day for the kitchen, that kind of stuff. Not me. I clean everything all at once, or not at all. That's why the house would always be in extremes.
Anyway, the habit never fails to wear me out. And last "night" I ended up still awake at 3 AM, scrubbing the bathroom tiles. I hated myself. I was so f*cking tired, but I couldn't stop because, well, just because. When PMS kicks in, I have no telling what I'll do next.
All that's come to a halt for now. I had myself busy with little beings called freshmen today. And after that, my friend Ferla wanted to go to Italiani's. I'm guessing she'd been having PMS too, because she had laughing and crying fits all afternoon. I know something else was bothering her, but PMS makes you do crazy things.
Anyway, dinner at Italiani's was a long story, and I'm not in the mood to tell you because of my PMS (I love this excuse). But! I'd like to share my experience with the manager. I don't know if we were just lucky or he really liked us, but he gave us complimentary ice cream. Wee. For not guessing the parsley in the oil. He was a good guy, that manager. Amidst all this PMS, he made my day.
Instructions: Each player starts with 7 random facts/habits about themselves. People who are tagged need to write on their own blog about their seven things, as well as these rules. At the end of your blog, you need to choose 7 people to get tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them that they have been tagged and to read your blog!
1.) I talk about people.
2.) I bake.
3.) I want to become a rich man's wife.
4.) I have a rash.
5.) I'm scared I might not find a decent job after graduation.
6.) I don't know a zit about the UP Charter.
7.) I like >_< "This I promise you" by N'sync! (Biggest confession!)
I'd like to explain that I don't really do this kind of stuff. But since it's from you, I just did. Don't do it again! And because I have low self-esteem, I'm not even tagging anybody, because I'm scared that of the people I'd tag, nobody'd post it back or something.
But that's your bonus right there. I am a loser.
"Why do I want to be an architect?"
When I wrote down the courses I had in mind before taking the UPCAT, I never really thought about them. My first choice was Industrial Engineering, and next in line was Architecture. I sealed the envelope, mailed it, and slept like nothing happened. A few months later, I received the results of the exam and I was disappointed. I never felt I’d pass the IE quota, but I never imagined I’d be an architecture student. I thought “What was I thinking then?” What did I have to do with architecture? What did it have to do with me? By this time I had wanted to take Business Economics. I told myself I’d breeze through my first year in Archi, and shift when possible. Now I’m doing my thesis in Architecture. What kept me going?
I encountered a lot of problems in my first year. I was a person with many insecurities, and I could hardly stomach the competition. I was never confident in my works in my hometown high school, how much more here where I was with the brightest minds and highly skilled students who had way more experience than I? To be safe, I just did what was required, and quickly. Surprisingly, I passed. And stayed.
My highest goal in line with the profession, before any other side goals, is that in the spaces I would supposedly create, people would have the utmost comfort. That in those spaces, they would celebrate life.
*The UPCAT is the UP College Admissions Test.
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Yep, as the name suggests, my recipe (after a looooong cooking break) may not be so original, but I'd like to share it none-the-less.
1. Mince about 5 cloves of garlic. About one and a half tablespoons finished product should do it.
2. Slice button mushrooms anyway you like. I did quarters, because I like mushrooms in chunks. I used canned mushrooms, the small size. Drain, but don't dry. Set aside.
3. Steam the cauli and the brocolli, small heads should be enough.
4. Get a big chunk of butter and melt it in a pan.
4. Put in the garlic, and cook it for a minute or two. In high flame. ^_^
5. Add the mushrooms, and I don't really know how far mushrooms should be cooked. I tasted a couple of times until the "springiness" was just right. It's important to salt the mushrooms, but two pinches are enough.
6. Add the steamed veggies. When I did this the brocolli absorbed the butter, so I added more butter.
7. Pepper it. It has no... er, twang, without pepper. And of course, my all-time favorite, basil. Tada. It's done.
Surprisingly, the whole thing tasted good even with the slightest spices. I think it's important to spice it really carefully so the delicate flavor of the veggies wouldn't be overwhelmed. It could pass as your only food, if you're on a diet. The mushrooms, with enough salt, balances the "grassy" taste of the veggies.
The dish could do weel as a side dish as well. It might be good with chicken, or beef. But I paired it with Pinoy-style instant pancit canton and hey, it went good with it too.
So there you have it, my in-depth analysis of the Buttered Garlic Mushrooms with Brocolli and Cauliflower.
That was the name he told me. Now, I don't really know. It could be John, it could be Mitch. I really have no way of knowing now. It's just that he was Edward that night.
That night I didn't "know" the difference, before I met him.
Between studying and experience.
Between being alone and being isolated.
Between fear and excitement.
Between the male and the female.
Between innocence defended and innocence lost.
I only met Edward once. He asked if I'd meet him again. I said no. He asked if I was sure. I said yes.
I didn't know why I said that. Maybe because, back then, I shouldn't have met him.
What would I have been if I didn't meet Edward?
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I have to thank him. If I ever find him.
Baboysai watches entourage relived!
Detailed credits aside from the cast:
Cameramen: Saku and DhanJoe
Props supervisor: Koyah JP
Makeup: Jikaness, Joanna Dayrit, Bea Bea, Mary Neil, and Baboysai Cameras by: Cachi and Saku
Main editor: Sudarshan Khadka Jr.
Asst. editors: Baboysai and Randell Joseph Ramirez
Script: Baboysai and the Oracle
Photography: DhanJoe
Location: UP College of Architecture open field, UP Diliman, Quezon City Groupie: Richard Lasam
Inspired by Frank Miller's graphic Novel 300 and the movie 300. Some scenes and sound effects have been spliced from the movie 300.
Thanks to:
Toshiro Masuda's Kyouni shite jyu- Naruto OST
Kajiura Yuki's Hinageshi no Hana no you ni- Mai Hime OST
Emilie Simon's Antartic- Emperor's Journey OST
Special thanks to: San Miguel Beer's San Mig Light- for many reasons.
Baboysai watches entourage relived!
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