Entries for January, 2008
I've been out a couple of days. I spent the holidays with my very big, competitive, adventure-hungry family. That in itself is a different story.
This will serve as a warning to drinking people out there.
Just as a side note, for this one vacation back home I did not spend it entirely on drinking sprees. I'm 20 years old, about to go 21, the fourth of five children. Even my eldest sister is not that open about her drinking in front of our parents. That's just the way our family is.
Anyway, so this one time I was able to drink freely while my parents were asleep 3 km away, far from hearing a drunk Baboysai singing her heart out. I was on medication (antibiotics) for something irrelevant. And an hour after I took them, I started drinking.
Apparently, meds and beer don't mix. Well, they do, but they do nasty stuff in your stomach you end up vomiting like you never vomited your entire life, and never stop until every single bit of foamy substance is thrown up. In red, brown, and green colors. Lovely fireworks, huh?
So that's what happened to me. Happy new year. I cried out "Lord!" in my brain as I regurgitated stuff I was sure I didn't take in. And I thought "F*ck, are those not coming from my stomach anymore?!"
I figured that I had been abusing my body too much. My new year's resolution is to stay away from beer.
You must have time to read one-shots (short stories).
Hello Baby requires only about 15 minutes. But it's one short story you shouldn't miss. Because it is a short story, the only thing I can give away is that it's mainly about a mafia assassin living in his car with his pregnant girlfriend and a friend. Great art, great story.
If you happen to come across the debut magazine of Jump SQ released last November of 2007, that's the legit copy to get the story from.
Type: Manga- One shot
Genre: Yakuza (Japanese Mafia)/Seinen
Story: Masanori Morita
Art: Takeshi Obata
Rating: 
More info on Jump SQ, nicknamed Jump Square, it means Jump Supreme Quality, replacing the Monthly Shounen Jump which had decreasing number of sales.
Thanks to ANN, Wikipedia, and Manga Helpers for the info.
Just to give you an idea at how my brain works, I had an almost embarrassing situation an hour ago.
The situation: Baboysai ordering lunch over the phone for delivery
ACTION!
Miss Delivery: Can I have your address please?
Baboysai: Unit S, no. 6, ****** street.
Miss Delivery: Unit F? As in Fan?
Baboysai: No, that's S, as in... (sex, sex, sex, I can't say that! S as in... f*Ck! What word but sex starts with S???) 
<--- In a panic
Ding!
Baboysai: six! haha... ha..
Miss Delivery: 
oh, S as in sun. Okay, thanks for ordering, bye!
It is not for fakies. It is not for pretentious pricks. It is barely 15 square meters in my alcohol-tainted opinion of an architectural student, and it is not for lame dickheads.
The place being smaller than my humble apartment, with a single piece of artwork in the gig hall, nothing could distract the audience from the music. This is why I'm saying it's not for jackasses. If you don't like the music, leave. Or else, stay and get into it.
This particular night I spent with my very young Katipunan friends and orgmates, people I had the opportunity of christening into college life, who in turn christened me to Magnet. Booboo, as I will call him, is one of my growing number of sons, who invited me to this gig by the band "Balooze", a jazz band.
I was impressed by how talented each of the members were, and it was the first time I heard jazz live. And everything about it made sense. I won't even talk about jazz here, but hearing them, and seeing the musicians' expressions, and the chord patterns! Priceless.
The advantage about having less than 15 sq meters of a gig hall is probably that you can really talk to the band. Personally. Even sharing a couple of drinks. Like you have a choice anyway.
So I had fun tonight. Thanks to Booboo, and Magnet. And Balooze, and Fifa, and Georgia.
If it's 4 o'clock in the morning on a Monday, and I think back that I did nothing but spend my Sunday on this:
I'd rather scratch my eyes out of their sockets, put them in a blender, hit the pulse button, and drink whatever comes of it.
For what is all this worth but a diploma? Well, not really. If I worked at it my own pace, and sincerely think about what my work's all about, it is for the sake of rejuvinating the physical body of tired and stressed out humans slaving away their lives who must at least stop and rethink about themselves or else spontaneously combust. That's what it's for.
But not like this. For I have become like one who slaves away her life, and must stop and rethink or else spontaneously combust. Yet I have no where to stop by.
It is 4 o'clock in the morning. I have been acquainted with the Law of Diminishing Returns, as I have reached a point where the longer I work, the less I seem to be doing. I love this law, in a way.
Combustion, commence.
Baboysai listens to unintelligible noise.
Youtube is really amazing. Upon scrolling for more videos, I came across a video of the then 9-year old Charice Pempengco. I thought it was freaky. Then I thought the name rang a bell. I remembered my transient roommate (special mention: Enriqueh) talking about this "Charice" who was invited to the Ellen DeGeneres Show. Ah, so this was Charice.
I did not watch that show. I happen to like Ellen, but that particular show, I did not watch.
I clicked on a random video, which was Charice on Star King.
I didn't expect that she was such a sensation. I'm not saying sensation in the really cheesy sense, but in the literal sense. Watching Charice, even on youtube, was an experience. She had the charisma, she was funny, she was a bundle of joy. I never thought I'd feel this way.
Therefore, I spent 2 hours watching her videos. International acclaim is what I'd die not knowing. There is something about her that you genuinely want to root for her success. When somebody sings great, we call that person a singer. But there is the type of person who gets up on the stage, and people set their eyes on her for the first time, and at that moment their hearts are pulled by the strings, someone like Charice, now THAT is a star.
PS: You can wiki her up.
EDIT: an hour has passed and I still find myself watching her videos. The Star King performances have been replayed 3 times, and one of my favorites. Someone stop me.
Baboysai listens to Charice Pempengco
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