As of May 2009

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."