Sunday, February 25, 20072:46 PM hoping for a meditteranean life
I miss Greece, quite honestly, and so I went to the grocery and bought pork tenderloin.
I also bought basil, lemons, olive oil, nuts, chicken kebabs, cucumbers, yogurt, garlic, and juicy red tomatoes. I went home and started cooking, well, marinading... I was on a mission to create pork and chicken souvlaki, which is barbecued meat marinated in olive oil, lemon juice, and lots and lots of oregano.
The tzaziki was a bit hard to do. How can one 7-inched cucumber shrink into one-fourth cup gunk after insistent squeezing and straining? Yet, when thrown into yogurt and minced garlic, it's the perfect sauce to the souvlaki.
The pesto was just out of impulse. Never intended to make it out of scratch. I just saw a bag of basil leaves and thought, why not? Since we don't have pine nuts here, I guess cashew will do. And next time, I will do this, I will slow down on the ground pepper. Even though this wasn't so perfect, it's still heaven on some chopped tomatoes. Mmmm.
Yes, for two hours, I was transported on the coast of the Ionian sea, having ice-cold Mythos, my favorite beer in the world.
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Saturday, February 17, 20072:47 PM talking about asses
Although I admire the dialogues in The Republic and Socrates' Defense, Plato was an ass. But it wasn't his fault. How could he not know that women are not supposed to be subordinate or subjugated when his time worships the overrated idea of male-ness? Moreover, he becomes more of an ass to put artists as lower beings in society (along with the women no doubt) because art is only meant to imitate the real world and is therefore inferior to the real thing. Ah well. You can't really hate him all that much, after all, his idea about love is still one of the most, dare I say, romantic.
Plato said that when the world was created, we were once beings with two heads with two sets of arms and two sets of legs. At some point, (I don't know how this came about), the beings were struck by lightning and everyone was split apart, which became the human beings we know today. This is what love is all about, to look for our other half so as to complete ourselves. And this not only goes for the heterosexuals. Plato said that there were three beings --- all male, all female, and a male-and-female third.
That ends my post-valentine's day post.
Yet if you are not bored yet and you want to read on, I would now like to talk about Thomas Moore, who, wrote Utopia which I so admired. The idea of going for an ideal society is certainly a goal I wish every civilization would just aim for. Well that was my thinking. It was brave of dear ol' Thomas to say that women and men are equal until...
the part when he said that although women and men are equal, they are still subordinate and that wives should confess to their husbands once a month.
Now I think Moore is an even bigger ass.
To digress, I like jewit's post about brain cells and love. High amount of endorphins yet too much cortisol.
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Wednesday, February 14, 20078:11 PM how fm radios can degrade females and the masses in general
A funny, yet depressing, incident I heard over the radio while driving on the way home yesterday. A radio program called "Hit or Split" was on. Basically, what happens is that they have a guy on the phone while two girls are asked questions (from the irrelevant ones to as demeaning as "what's your cup size"). If the guy likes the answer, he says "hit", if not, then "split", which means the girl supposedly suffers a "loss".
DJ: "Hello? do you speak English?" Female caller: "opo". DJ: "Do you understand English?" Female caller: "opo". DJ: "what's your favorite show on TV?" Female caller: "Eat Bulaga". DJ: (snickering) "So (male caller's name), is it a hit or split?" Male caller: "SPLIT!!!"
Poor female caller. She was 16 and she only called the station to say hi to her friends.
It is an addiction to have myself plucked and waxed. Moreover, my womanly masochistic pursuits were further intensified by the fact that it's that time of the month. I now know what it feels to be skinned alive: it takes untended hairy legs, dysmenorrhea, and a salon attendant dying for a lunch break.
I remember pms-ing this day a couple of years ago. A year after that, I got a teddy bear. Yuck. I really hate stuffed toys and that cadet bear is a nightmare. Too bad I can't get rid of it. Like I said, masochist.
My valentine's day dinner constituted of instant noodles and a bottle of good black beer. Cerveza Negra, I love you. I will turn lesbian if you were human. My boyfriend thanks the heavens that you are not, after all, you are my only love affair tonight while he is out there gallavanting in military games in the hills of Baguio.
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Monday, February 12, 20077:07 PM we're a little freudian today in amici
"I'm hungry if you're available." (Rarr!)
"Do you want to order the Lasagne al FORNO?"
"Hey there's a pizza called prostitute (pros-ti-too-tee)!" (That's prosciutto, dah-ling.)
"I can't look at that kid because I'm disturbed by his mom's buttcrack."
"Oh, I resigned. I am doing my own thing now." (Pardon the grunts and groans.)
On sign: "Marinated fried zucchni: beans in the style of little birds." (I don't want to know.)
"Pewter." (Try it with a British accent.)
"I'm pms-ing... but I will be nice tonight." (Good to know.)
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12:45 AM a long overdue "coming out" is maybe what i need
Sometimes there are just days when I wake up in the morning and ask, "what the hell am I doing with my life?!" God, if this is what's like being 24, then someone better rewind my clock (preferably to age 21 because that was a good year). What happened? I am still the same coward, stuffed in this oversized ass, and still wishing for a fairy godmother to wave her magic wand for me to be all that. To make things worse, someone very dear to me told me that I have perfected the habit of depression.
In a nonsensical argument, my personality was downgraded to the idea that whenever placed in front of Choice A and B, I would go for which suits me. Well, so would the rest of the human race! But apparently I would go for A (if it's beneficial), then dump it for B once it starts to stink, and then dump B for A if that doesn't work out.
And this is supposed to be a crime?
Who says I am not allowed to change my mind? The idea of a free will is very basic: I am free and I have the will and I can exercise that whenever (of course within ethical and moral bounds). And before I go on discussing one semester of metaphysics, give me one reason why I should stick with one option all throughout when there are others to explore and take advantage of?
Sunday, February 04, 200710:35 PM to use an old cliche
How is it that I feel more alive now with literature than my former specialization?
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"There are things out there that I want to discover, that one day this will all make sense... I am searching for the meaning of this cosmic existence that we're in. And
probably when I find the answer, I'll go and look for the anti-thesis."
5 THINGS
1. I sing in the University Chorale of the University of Asia & the Pacific, and we swept four gold medals in Greece for our very first International Competition. I got to do my two absolute favorite things: singing and traveling.
2. Although I am an Alto Two, my range widens up to Soprano One when I am drunk. Think Charlotte Church's Flower Duet. (I think it has something to do with swallowing the diaper pin when I was a baby). Dancing barefoot in debut parties may also be expected.
3. I work in an non-government organization focused on private sector development. It involves sleepless nights in the office and the constant worry of displeasing a former Secretary of Finance. My other two bosses are harmless.
4. I like my men in uniform. The Military has always been a fascination of mine even before when I was finishing a BA degree in Political Economy.
5. I no longer watch The Bold and the Beautiful much to the joy of friends and family.
