Sleep.

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The end.

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The end.

Tune in for more annoying posts. Hahahaha!

Despite the weather

Take breath, brother. 

For the storm has only one eye and we have four combined.

And when the winds howl at you for standing in their way,

You howl back with a zeal so unworldly.

Let all of you see, let all of you escape.

And when the universe pelts you with its sorrows,

You let it strike your face.

For in this tempest we call home, 

We all stand under the rain.

And then, brother, you breathe in, brother, you breathe out.

Good mood and good photo ha ha ha

Home cooked meal

Since I was in Katipunan the whole afternoon yesterday, I missed helping my mom out in the kitchen. Today, I had the leftovers of her cooking storm from yesterday for lunch and I must say (with a british accent), it was exquisite. HA HA! I've always been mom's sidekick in the kitchen and for no apparent reason besides my being drawn to the passion that food brings out in people, be it in eating or cooking. At home, we enjoy both and I'm happy to say that this sort of "tradition" of cooking with the family on Sundays (if that's what you can call it) won't be dying down any time soon. It's something I see myself doing in the future. My mom has left an impression in me that exudes everything about a home - the smells, the sounds, the tastes, the laughter around the table, the lazy Susan: everything. She may be cutthroat at times (not to mention as noisy as a pig at the slaughterhouse), but fortunately, that side of her does not come out when presented with a pan and a stove. Give her garlic and olive oil, and she will give you love in return. Love served piping hot, with aromas that fill your inner being. And when you've finished eating her unworldly creations, you know you're getting the sweetest of deserts after. I'm not talking about a simple chocolate cake oozing with caramel sauce, or mango torte with extra whipped cream on the side; I'm talking about her hug and smile, a sign of appreciation that acknowledges our happiness, her children's happiness, by simply being passionate in the kitchen.

Yeah, a bit cheesy and sentimental but mom's bring out something in their sons that make them wish they were and weren't mama's boys - if that even makes sense.

What a gay blog about my mom pa talaga eh, ha ha ha! These moments are rare so keep your snide remarks to yourself! If I didn't choose to be a doctor, I would've been a chef. Mom recapped the recipe to me:

Veal Shank Milanese
- veal shank (with bone marrow and all)
- onion
- carrot
- celery
- white wine
- bayleaf
- 1 lemon
- a whole head of garlic
- butter
- salt and pepper (both ground and whole)

Saute veal in butter until slightly browned. Add in mirepoix (chopped onion, carrot, and celery) in the pan. Sweat vegetables for a while then add white wine (enough to submerge the meat and vegetables). Cut the head of garlic, un-peeled, in half and add into pot. Add in rind of lemon and lemon juice. Add salt and pepper. Boil until meat starts separating from bone or ligament. Add in bayleaf and cover pot. Boil for another 5 minutes then turn off heat. Best served hot.

Pretty easy to do ha ha ha and tastes fucking good. Try it out

Sleepless and with nothing to do

Sorry, bored me. Some favorite photos from my idolzz photographer, Jacob Aue Sobol. Inspiring. Ha ha ha! Sleep evades me once again.

You can look at his other photographs on his website http://www.auesobol.dk/work/index.php?Bangkok_Encounter?image=0 . Mind you that some of the subjects he photographed are a little different. Viewer discretion is advised ha ha!

A proper introduction

My last two posts were results of frustration and anger; sleep evades me too often. Whiny and unrefined is not how I'd like people to perceive me, though the occasional complaint is something I find rather therapeutic. It's relaxing all-together to identify simple things as not to our liking (ang init! or gutom na me!) and exclaiming it to avoid emotions entering a "pressure cooker"; it allows change to eventually occur (what is People Power but a complaint on a massive scale?). Complaining is healthy once in a while, like in all things, moderation is key. Of course, it would be preferential if whining were to be avoided all-together. It's annoying because it spawns more whining, be it verbal or not. Just think about the number of times people pissed you off but you kept it inside, you held your tongue; not saying it out loud doesn't mean you're okay. You whine inside and then make a face or you run away. (Admit it)! I find that not expressing it immediately makes more for an annoying experience. You see, it's unnecessary. It's emotionally draining. It's impractical. (I bet this matter-of-fact tone is pissing you off ha  ha ha ha!) Anyway, before I digress into a fitful state of unnecessary ranting (mind you that nothing today led me into talking about complaining, just a random thought), allow me to introduce myself.

My name is Enrique Locsin Dimagiba (I don't have a second name so I like to include my maiden name just so my name seems longer ha ha). I come from a family of 6, the eldest son of a cynic-for-a-lawyer father and a sweet-but-cutthroat mother. I have two sisters and one brother; they piss me off a lot but it's alright. I'd like to think I have a decent family. We don't say "I love you" to each other because actions speak louder than words. We're alright as a family. I appreciate the hard work my parents do; all that character molding and what not, it's alright. I'd post a picture of my family but: first, my mom abhors the idea of strangers having access to a family portrait; two, I don't have any candid pictures of my family - Christmas and New Year's portraits sicken me; and three, a picture of my family won't give them justice - you'll have to meet them in person. Life with them is all right.

I think I am a scatterbrain and a cynic, but, overall, a practical person. Thinking along the lines of an analogy: don't give me bullshit because what kind of retard would accept shit wrapped in a pretty, little box and tied with fancy ribbon? No. Give me something worthwhile, something everyone can appreciate. This, of course, does not equate to bullshit. In turn (just as how all dealings in the natural and REAL world occur), you get non-bullshit, the truth. Speaking of real, real sleep is real good. The undisturbed kind that when you wake up, you notice your pillow is of a darker shade due to excessive amounts of drool. One of the best ways to spend summer, no doubt. Speaking of summer.. I'd like to share my sentiments about the friends I have back home. They're da bez. That's all. Ha ha ha! They're all right and not just alright. We haven't been through a lot (compared to other people's friendships), but we've been through enough to know that whatever it is we have will last.

I'm lazy to talk about myself further, especially since I'm not that narcissistic (that's two descriptions with one stone ha ha). I'd like to end with that "friend" note because to be honest with you, my friends define me in all possible senses. I can have life, I can "exist", but my friends reveal to me as to why I should exist, why I should go on living. I'll admit it, the aspect of my life that I am most proud of is my friends. So you, the reader of this blog (not including strangers ha ha [as if strangers are even interested in knowing about my life]), you are my friend and be proud that you empower me. Take comfort in the idea that, at least, your very existence has changed someone's life - my life.

Normally one would include a mention of hobbies and interests and all that garbage. But then again, who really gives a damn ha ha!



P.S. FEEL NIYO if you think you're all that. Ha ha ha ha ha! Sabad gid

On a wishfully-thinking note

Wouldn't mind waking up or falling asleep to a scene like this. It wouldn't hurt to dream about it as well. Sembreak na please punyeta

This is pissing me off

There are so many lost opportunities because of me falling asleep. I don't think sleep is a bad thing. I just find it annoying. So annoying, in fact, that when it's actually time to go to bed, I get irritated, vexed, irked, nettled, whichever word you want to use, with myself for wanting to go to sleep. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy the occasional nap and sleeping in on Monday mornings. It's every aspect of "bum" and my recognizing that a break is needed once in a while. You can say that sleeping in on Mondays is a masterpiece. A masterpiece so beautiful that its accomplishment entails little effort. The words "bum" and "little effort" don't really impart ideas of accomplishment. It makes you think of being a lazy retard. For honesty's sake, please don't f*cking say that you don't feel fulfilled or accomplished after a long nap. What a pathetic lie that would be. Realize that, in a sense, sleep is an art. It is an enjoyable art. Art made easy. Art made necessary and practical.

Good morning. Last night, I did not get much of this art. I am annoyed. Today will most likely turn out like this:

Sleep in class because I didn't get enough sleep last night.

Become irritable because I didn't get enough sleep last night.

Possibly fail a quiz and long test because I didn't get enough sleep last night.

Feel TIRED IN ALL POSSIBLE SENSES because I didn't get enough sleep last night.

But why make something so trivial such a big deal? It's not practical. It's stupid. Thinking about it, it's not about the lack of sleep I get. It is (and this will sound really sad and pathetic) the act of sleep itself. I guess you can say it's a fear. It's the thought of locking yourself up in an abyss so infinitely deep yet somehow, so full of sh*t. You can't run away from it. You're asleep. You're stuck there with your thoughts. Happy, exciting,  sad, embarrassing, frustrating - each and every feeling, emotion, and experience; they all just wait there, wait for their creator. They're all waiting for you to close your eyes, to let your guard down. Then they pounce, and you're either happy about it or you're not. In a sense, it's a gamble. It's impractical.

Again, don't get me wrong. I enjoy sleep, but I guess nothing is free. I enjoy sleep, and it enjoys annoying me. I'm not some crazy person who enjoys being annoyed. I'm just tired... and sleepy. 

You just read the unnecessary thoughts of a very frustrated, bored, possibly stressed-out, and scatterbrained college student. Thank you for allowing me to waste your time. Hahahaha!