Entries for May, 2009

Life has again caught up with me.

 

 

I got tired of moving forward, see?  And I tire easily.  I need to cry more, laugh more, live more.  Despite the liberties I have taken, life is not as fulfilling as death.  I suppose. 

 

I am currently looking for the story of Momo.  Momo is a human who acts as a pet to a successful woman who came from the most prestigious school in the country.  He surrenders his human rights in exchange for the perfect pet treatment.  The woman is not satisfied by the men around her and finds that her only escape is in the relationship she has with Momo.  There may be expectations between a woman and her pet, but they are less complicated than those between a man and woman. 

I'm not saying I'm this woman or anything.  I certainly wouldn't want a hot younger man to be my pet with no sexual favors whatsoever.  But that isn't the point.

So anyway, Momo doesn't seem to complain about their odd relationship.  When asked why, this is what he says:

The kite is happy because it knows it is tied to somebody on the ground.  No matter how high it flies, someone will always tug it back.  That is why it can fly as freely as it should without any worries.

I don't know what that had to do with my life, but somehow it got stuck in my head.

 

 

 

1 cared.

There was an urban legend going on around campus about a student who finished an argument with a philosophy teacher with a single question.  It floored everybody in the class.  Some say it was a classmate of theirs.  But I'd been hearing it for years from different levels. 

It starts when the professor tells the student, "Prove to me that there is no chair."  The student replies, "what chair?"  And everybody claps.  I admit, I could never have thought of that.  That was a finish that could be delivered in no other way.

I thought for that particular challenge, there was going to be only one answer.  And the student got it right.  He was in the right place at the right time, and everything just clicked.  If the professor chose to ask for a different thing, then maybe he could have gotten more varied, more interesting results.  And that was if he asked him to prove that the chair exists.

See, situations similar to that happen not only in the realm of pure logic but also in the realm of life.  To prove that something doesn't exist is much easier than proving its existence.  It's easier to deny than to accept that something is there.  The student could say "here's a tangible thing made of wood, nailed together by craftsmen who can testify that this is in fact, real."  But the professor could just say "I don't believe you."  Galileo was telling everybody that the earth was round, and they denied him, just like that.

4 cared.

You know, I found blogging to be a good way to connect with people, know what's happening in their lives from time to time.  Facebook is cool and all, but blogging's well, blogging.

Therefore this is just a random update to the people I care about.  Then I decided a split second later maybe I should include a little introduction first.

 

So, Baboysai's identity revealed! Not. 

Well to start it off, I graduated from the University of the Philippines, Diliman, with a degree in BS Architecture last April 2008.  However I did not pursue this as a profession because I realized I was not passionate enough for it to become my life.  I decided to take on a slightly wild and farfetched path.  No, not rockstar-ing (I wish).  Culinary Arts.  Sure I always wanted to cook, but I never thought in my early college years that I could ever enter the food business as a person behind the scenes.  Firstly, I loved attention, exhibition, and kick-assery.  Architecture would have fit the description, I suppose.  But my heart was not in it.  Yet my love for creation and urge to make people happy never disappeared.  As if by magic I was hellbent on culinary arts.  I was going to become a chef.  And I was not going to settle for anything less than first fifth place.  LOL I placed the bar a little bit lower for myself.

Even before starting culinary school my life had taken a lot of turns that gave me a lot of firsts and lasts.  From the hustle and bustle of Manila I came to Cebu to live in the island of artists, fashion, and the rest of the cool people.   I had a hard time adapting, even if I was speaking in my mother tongue, Cebuano.  Life here was hugely different from the metro.  I could not find any open coffee shops to soothe my turbulent emotions at any given 3 am.  People had time to do their laundry, or pick them up, but I could never, and will never have it.  But that was also what set Cebu apart.  It was a major city, alright, but people still had the time to lay back, relax, and bask in the island heat. 

In the period before school started, I also had my first immersion in work.  My mom thought I could never stand authority, given my personality.  And I believed her.  But surprisingly, I was a model employee without even trying.  Okay maybe I tried.  Just a little bit.  I also met new people who were very different from the usual fare I encountered in The University.  I had my ups and downs, friends and foes, and more-than-friends. 

By this time we would be moving into the falling-out-of-love phase, which was a first for me too, believe it or not.  But I pulled myself together and made a comeback in the love scene.  That didn't sound right, but you get my point. 

 

I met a lot of people from distant lands who were living in Cebu.  I heard them repeat it a lot. "My heart is in Cebu."  Whenever I was in Manila I always wished to go home and escape.  After I'd spent some time here, I grew to love it.  Coming back from my hometown was a new experience again.  It was my first time to "come home" to Cebu, and when I stepped on Cebu ground I really said to my self "My heart is in Cebu."

 

5 cared.

I know it's 2009 and everything, but I suddenly had the urge to sing Metallica.  Knowing that would never happen in front of a crowd, I went up to my room and watched Metallica videos instead.  I confess, I never knew Metallica, like, "Obey your Master!".  I knew Nothing Else Matters because it was used for a promotional video of Yu yu Hakusho (Ghost Fighter) in GMA 7 some few years back.  I searched the videos and watched and listened.  My hairs stood on end.  They're a legend.  God of Rock, you have given us a blessing by sending these talented people to Earth.

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Speaking of legends, I forget if I ever mentioned that I also recently just appreciated Michael Jackson.  It was months ago when I was watching the American Idol auditions and someone sang The Way You Make Me Feel.  I realized the song was pretty cool.  And while searching for it, I stumbled upon a video of Britney Spears when she was still hot and virgin, performing that song with the Michael Jackson.  I went "wtf? When did this happen?"  Anyway, I ended up watching two whole MJ concerts, award shows with special performances by MJ, thank you speeches, etc.  You know, despite his pedophilia and horrible face, MJ was effing good in his time.  He was a pioneer, a genius, so bold and dared to express using his body like no other dance school had thought of before. 

Enough.  I won't fangirl.  But I do want to buy his concert DVDs.

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Another MJ I loved was Michael Jordan.  I stopped watching Basketball when he quit, and that was before I even got to understand the sport.  However, recently, I had been watching games with Ron and I thought, this ain't so bad.  I seriously want to see Kobe and Lebron at each other's throats.  Although I'd want the two underrated players Dwight and Carmelo to somehow get spotlight too.  Whatever.  I still haven't come to terms with myself that I am watching NBA. 

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A manga like One Piece Well, to be safe, I think there is no manga like One Piece.  However, just so you guys know, One Piece had grown to a proportion so big it had intimidated me for the longest time.  It currently has 542 chapters as of this week, and continuously churns out chapters every week.  The sheer volume of reading material for this graphic novel was enough to make me delete it from my hard drive.  See, I attempted reading this to satiate my curiosity as to why it was the number one selling manga in Japan, and why Naruto and Bleach never caught up to it.  But I ended up deleting the 4G++ (about 400+ chapters) that I just downloaded.  I downloaded it again, and this time I actually read up chapter 189, and I don't plan on stopping. 

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So I just nailed two very hard exams, and I thought I had nothing to do than Youtube Katrina Halili and Hayden Kho's scandal.   I totally forgot that I had my keyboards brought in from my parents' house and I had a lot of piano sheets to study.  There are two guitars here that might be put to good use, and I haven't played my violin in ages.  I thought maybe I should get back to playing music sometime, rather than just sitting around overthinking about poverty and society's crap.

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I just watched the Star Trek movie.  Gee, disregard the CG, it wasn't that stunning.  But the entirety of the film was very entertaining.  I actually loved it.  I want more.

 

 

Nobody cares.

I went clubbing for the first time last night.  Good to know I was still saleable.  I wasn't worried I wouldn't be, thus going clubbing to reassure my insecure self.  Just to clarify.  I went clubbing with some friends because I was Godang bored at home.  My speakers got busted, I couldn't watch the Hayden Kho scandals in full quality, etc. etc.

For a very long time, I had always been curious about what kind of life these "party-goers" led.  In conclusion my boyfriend told me: it's to get laid. LOL. led, laid.  What about the people who just wanted to have fun and dance?  What about the people like me?  I thought hours later, I knew a different meaning to the word "party". 

So here I was, just dancing in a corner, talking to a friend who recognized me in all the chaos and darkness, when this American guy just approached me and kissed me.   What the f*ck, man? was what I said.  To apologize he bought me a drink.  A vodka tonic.  He spouted some French stuff.  Sorry hun, I wasn't the type who swooned over French.  I happened to think the French language was gay.  Whatever.

I went back to my friends, when I thought, maybe I was too mean.  I went back to him and he was already talking to this girl.  I interrupted him, said that I felt like talking to him, and he got my number.  After which he asked me if I was horny. 

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No.  I decided this was stupid, got out and bought myself an overpriced Bacon and Eggs breakfast, waited for the sun to rise, promised to purge all promiscuous fantasies I might have considered in my youth.  I was too good for this.