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I heard this over the radio sitting in some cab on a random day some few months ago:
In this day and age, it's a sin to be not beautiful.
Well, at that time I was sporting a huge pimple on my nose. What a day. But, when I thought about it, I kind of agreed. If you guys don't remember, this had a lot to do about my thesis, and I actually hate having to argue about anything related to my thesis. An online friend once tried debating with me about beauty and female oppression and I logged out. Bullshit. We were going around in circles, and a guy should never debate about beauty and fhis supposed female oppression with a girl. A girl like me.
I went jogging today and kept thinking about what I was doing this for. Recently I had been having problems about what kind of person I was becoming, so concerned about shopping, clothes, and being fabulous. I once thought this Nike poster "Be Beautiful" showing women running was mean. Sadly I couldn't find that particular poster anywhere in the net. It rubbed me in the wrong way. Here was this universal concern about teenage girls and women not feeling good about themselves because of all these depictions of beautiful women all over the magazines, and Nike was like affirming this concept of beauty. I thought, man, if I didn't get to look hot like that in them short shorts, what chance have I got?
The reason I started working out was because I was already having problems breathing, got tired easily, and wanted to just sleep all day. Back then, I had this mantra: die happy. But when I started feeling the signs, I thought it might change to: die sooner.
Now that I actually started losing weight, I was loving the changes happening to my body. In effect, I became very engrossed to looking better. And I hated to admit, I thought about the Nike ad and then concluded, I wanted to "Be Beautiful" even more. I repeat the quote "In this day and age, it's a sin to be not beautiful." With all the pills and L-carnatine about, the gyms and videos, the cosmetics and lotions and random fruit extracts and animal placentas, brazilian waxes and spas, how could someone bear to be not beautiful?
Therefore, as a concerned individual aware of the averse complications of being not beautiful, one ought to have a kit with all instrumentations necessary to avoid it and improve physical appeal. When I finally got my severance pay, I scoured the aisles of Watson's to equip myself for the journey to being beautiful.
Here are the stuff in my kit:
1. Neutrogena Ultra-sheer Dry-touch SPF 50 sunblock
Olay Total Effects Moisturizer
Scentio Milk Skin-refining scrub
Skin Food Black Sugar Scrub mask
Belo Pore-refining toner
Johnson's Baby Milk Lotion
- A few days ago, a friend texted me. "We're getting older. Let's wear sunblock." Truly, the piercing UV and heat rays because of complications from pollution would cause skin to age a lot faster.
2. Del Monte Fit and Right drink
Vitamin C
- I always thought I was eating the right stuff but my metabolism had to be enhanced. Metabolism does change, and my mom's testimonial tells me Fit and Right should be effective. And to further protect myself from disease I pop a vitamin C pill. Plus, vitamin C helps in the overall health of the skin.
3. Clean and Clear Speed Gel
Garnier Dark Spot corrector pen
- Like I keep in mind: I shouldn't have pimples like "other" people. But I am prone to have blemishes easily, so I need that spot corrector. I don't know if that works on eyebags. There's only one thing I know for a fact that makes eyebags dissappear: concealer. But I don't want that. I want eyebags gone f.o.r.e.v.e.r. For the record, I actually don't own a concealer.
4. Johnson's Baby Powder
Nivea Double Effect deodorant
- Beautiful women reportedly don't sweat. And they have smooth underarms.
You know, this world lives on physical appeal, and acts based on judgements made by preconceived notions of it. If someone tells me to disregard physical beauty, then he or she is telling me not to live in this world.
Sirs, I am beautiful, therefore, I exist.
Baboysai reads One Piece (vol. 24)
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.
Baboysai reads Until Death Do Us Part
Baboysai watches Kimi wa Petto
A lot of people didn't get what they expected when I told them I'd bring them a banana flan.
It actually had a crust. 
Well, let's get it straight, fellas. According to Mr. Webster, a flan is:
an open pie containing any of various sweet or savory fillings; custard baked with a caramel glaze.
Heh. So this is my banana flan:

This particular banana flan is made out of the sugar dough (for the pie crust), the melted chocolate to hold the crust together, the pastry cream (more popularly known as Bavarian cream,and of course the bananas, and the garnishing on the side.
Baboysai's tip of the day:
Don't overlook the secret ingredient!
Here's why. I actually kept tasting my cream and I didn't want it too sweet because I don't like sweets that are well, too sweet. And I thought it was actually perfect, when all of a sudden Chef Alex (our pastries instructor) poured All purpose cream into the Bavarian cream that T and I and perfected.
He said it was a secret to make our cream even creamier
but at that point we could no longer add sugar to adjust the taste. Hanya? He should have told us what was coming. But well, maybe he did it on purpose. For some reason unknown to me. So the result was fine, not BTS-kind of good, but just fine. Like, probably a 7/10.
And here's us in uniforms:


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