The MikeCab Interviews II

The MikeCab Interviews

(Part 2)

Welcome to the MikeCab Interviews, where we delve into what's been happening in the world of our favorite character of emotionality and mediocrity!

Interviewer: Welcome back Mic!

Mic: It's good to be back, random interviewer person...

Interviewer: You can call me Sid.

Mic: Sid. Hi Sid!

Interviewer: Hi... Anyway! So, how are you and Michel Foucault?

Mic: We... had a falling out.

Interviewer: What happened?

Mic: He... was too intense. I couldn't take the pressure anymore...

Interviewer: Did he... abuse you?

Mic: Yes! Oh, it was horrible... tears in my eyes, endless cups of coffee, and bloodied fingers! The pain... the pain...

Interviewer: There, there... It's over for now... how are you feeling?

Mic: I... I'm fine I think...

Interviewer: Have you moved on?

Mic: No... I know deep in my heart that I will take Foucault back... We'redestined to meet again...

Interviewer:Eh?

Mic: but for the meanwhile, Irvine Welsh and Woody Allen have made great temporary partners.

Interviewer: Are you thinking of going serious with any of them?

Mic: Unfortunately not... I mean Irvine Welsh is GREAT... I mean multiple (intellectual) orgasms per night, true as well for Woody Allen... plus they both make me laugh, which is something I haven't done in a long while, but... They're not the type to take seriously. I mean, I could imagine taking Irvine Welsh seriously, but now is just not the time to do that...

Interviewer: How about Stephanie Meyer?

Mic: We had a few dates... doesn't interest me.

Interviewer: Neil Gaiman?

Mic: I've already used him up. There's nothing more to see really... so unless something new comes up with him, we're done.

Interviewer: The same goes for J.K. Rowling?

Mic: Hehehe, I just used that bitch for fun. I didn't take her seriously at all.

Interviewer: There we go, maybe your experience with Foucault is literary karma.

Mic: Maybe...

Interviewer: Well anyway... It\s gladto see you backon your feet again.

Mic: Yeah, I'm glad for me too.

Interviewer: Any parting words?

Mic: Yes, I would just like to invite everyone to watch "Lipstick" on TV5! Mikee Lee is not cute in person, but the chubby mestiza is.

Stuff That Cracks Me Up

I swear... I must really have a thing for Piolo or Sam....

Piolo:

I just need 5 things to live…

Some friends…

Some food…

Some work…

Some love…

And some…

Milby.

I know its probably untrue, but it cracks me up!

Why I Am Better Than Edward Cullen (Arraiza, 2008)

1. Since I'm mortal, we get to grow, then grow old together.
2. When I first met you, I didn't want to rip you to pieces.
3. I don't drive a silver Volvo, but my Chevy Ama gets better mileage.
4. I am never ice cold, even in the dead of winter.
5. You can be friends with a werewolf, and I won't get too upset.
6. Edward may make beautiful music, but I made you this card... (this list comes from a homemade card)
7. It may seem like I never sleep, but at least I'm being productive.
8. I can read your thoughts and finish your sentences... most of the time.
9. I don't sparkle alone, but with you... I shine.

this is soooo cornishly cute...

Transit

As an adolescent, I spent a lot of time in transit. In transit in the sense that each day was a day of constant self revision, but also in the literal sense that I was always riding some sort of public transportation vehicle. Public transportation offers a world view untouched by restraint. It is at 6 or 7 in the evening that I find journeying most interesting, because it is at that time when I find people tend to occupy the whole spectrum of emotion. It is at this time that I find people at their best, or at their worst. Being in literal transit with other people is the best lesson in human nature there is. The problem is that most people who are in transit either have a stubbornly fixed world view, or they have a centrated or maybe even an apathetic world view. When one is receptive to the scenes of transit though, that is when learning can truly begin. Abigail Adams once said that learning is to be “sought for with ardor.” Without the prerequisite openness to learning, nothing will be learned.

The beauty of the Dao De Jing is that it is highly phenomenological. It is precisely that fact, added to that the insight that each minute in transit is a treasure trove of sensory perception, and the truth of the mind of the open youth as highly malleable and inquisitive, that makes the point of Youth in transit as a perfect period for insight. Youth is a time of identity formation. I, a youth in constant transit try to experience the world around me, in the given time I experience it, in order to make sense of, and find my place in the world. In this sense, the world I move in directly affects my person. I cannot look at myself simply as an entity fully divorced from the reality around me. The fact that I perceive and dwell on my perceptions are proof enough that it is precisely the world I move in that allows me to learn, and from learning, discerning who I may or may not want to be, and from there finally forming an identity. The same is true in reverse, because I, being one with reality, am part of the perceived world of all the others around me. I am not merely myself, but rather a proactive fragment of existence that is co-molded along with all other things existent.

When I commute, I discover that the world is in constant change. The cool breeze and falling leaves of February give way to the humid heat of March. In ten years of commuting home, Mark, who mans the internet cafe I pass by everyday on my way home has evolved from a young Communications student from UST doing part time work in an internet cafe to a balding 34 year old man who now mans the internet cafe full time. What is important to see though is that although I say Mark has moved from young student to balding man, he has gone through many psychosocial changes as well as physical changes. This is why my memory of Mark is segmented into a thousand Marks, beginning at “young friendly Mark ten years ago” and which current definition is at “balding Mark who told me to not step on the grass this morning.” It is just the same with a million other things I see along the way. Buildings undergo renovation, old squatter areas become new parks, and the people I co-experience reality with during my commute are never the same as the people the day before. Things I had experienced the day before are never the same things I experienced the day before that, nor are they the same as my experience today. This now dictates that what I perceive continually undergoes constant change, and the effects of those constant changes are perceived by me as milestones in time, just as a continuous stream of points on a plain make a line. What differentiates one dot from another of the same entity is how much importance I put into it. Importance must be put into it precisely because not doing so will be a great injustice to the individual milestones in time. In the human sense, it is dehumanization. We view the dots as individual dots. It is important to do so, but we must never forget that the dot is simply a part of the line. Chemistry, known as the “central science” also supports this point in the fact that in every atom that comprises a mass, energy is continually being used, and the particles of that atom continuously move in set patterns of movement. So fundamentally speaking, everything is a process. Nothing is ever “still” as in the conceptual idea of a photograph.

What then will I do, knowing of my proactive participation in existence? Being a proactive entity, I understand that all I do has corresponding consequences. Also, with the insight that existence is a constant process, I realize that coercive action towards existence is futile. It would be like trying to stop the rain from falling. I now have to move in accordance to the flow, while taking into account the uniqueness of each milestone in time. I cannot help but look back at Mark. In dealing with Mark, I must know that he is a proactive being that is constantly in transit. I recognize that he is a different Mark than the one I had originally met ten years ago. That is Dao, the constant flow of change. That goes hand in hand with seeing the fact of Mark’s change, I must also take into light the form of Mark that I am concurrent with. If I do not do so, I will not be able to make a decision as to how I will address or treat Mark. If he is grumpy at the point of interaction, I would probably act lowly. If he is congenial, I will talk to him as a friend. It’s all about mirroring the current state of Mark, as to analyze best how to act in the situation. If I am unaware of constant change, I would treat Mark as I would treat him during our initial encounter 10 years ago. If I was unaware of his defined current state, I wouldn’t know how to interact with him at all.

In summary, balance is the point of existence. I am proactive existent, who affects and is affected by reality so that I may be able to find internal equilibrium of identity. I am aware of the ceaseless transformation of reality, which without it would mean no change at all since change is the direct consequence of change. Inertia says so. I see the world solely from my own perspective, and it is by that perspective that I am proactive participant in constant change. I interact with the world, with the knowledge of this constant change, and the fact that to be able to interact, I need to mirror the De, or the individuality of experience. All this aimed at keeping balance in the world. Non coercion leads to a balanced world, while coercive action will only lead to disequilibrium. The world, like I, is in constant transit. We need to be aware of the stations to be able to get down at the correct one.

Mascara Day Night: From Chemistry to Monogamy

Iris came to the spa last Saturday with Tita Lolit. They arrived at . I was supposed to be in Greenbelt by 8, but knowing my friends, they'd be there at 10. Iris wasn't allowed to go, but since Verna was going to be there... what the hell right?! She had me try on some of her eyeliner. I need to return to kindergarten. I have to learn to follow the dotted line. My eyeliner mark was half an inch off target. Since I made a complete idiot of myself, I had to take the damn liner off. Iris offered her moisturizer. She said It would help take the ink off my face. I poured some on my tissue. It felt like KY jelly. Eww. I teasingly told her that it did in fact seem like KY jelly. She laughed and said I was wrong. I used the mush to clean up my eyes. (TAKING OF EYELINER FUCKING HURTS. I wanted to cry. I don't want to be a girl.) She then said it was the moisturizer her tita used for wiping her cousin's butt. Nice. Thoroughly scandalized, I gave Iris the "look" that says "I sooo f-ing hate you right now." Anyway, we finally got to GB at 820. Nina and Melvin (who the hell still calls him that?) were already there. Meg (the dramatic queer that he is) arrived at 10, wearing what looked like something he bought at the "pinoy style" section of stereotypical SM depatment store. We went to Chimara to eat tofu. I f-ing ate tofu. I liked it. I might go Pesci again in a month. Verna arrived at 11. We had a nice hug-hug puls million photos reunion. I miss Verna. She's was the only normal one in the group. We got to gossiping about our batchmates. Then we moved on to relationships... Then Mary arrived at 1215. We really are Filipinos... anyway.. It's just weird that the last conversation we had as a group was regarding where to go clubbing after the graduation ball. In my case it was "what will I drink?" (I ended up taking 2 Bailey's shots and 2 Kahlua shots.) Now, we talked about where our life was heading. Cheers of "Magpakasal na Kayo" for Nina and Paski, "You'll find the one" for Meg, "They seem so perfect for each other" for Mary, "He's so possesive. How do you see this relationship moving forward" for Verna, "You're so quiet na" for Iris, and "Why didn't I know about this" for me. Maturity bites, but I guess through all the panotness and lose/gain weight... we're coping.

Atenistas- Announcement Lang

Teacher Evals for this Sem are ONLINE :) kaya log-in to your AISIS (http://aisis.ateneo.edu) and give your profs some LOVE! (whether tough, platonic, passionate, et al is up to you) Oh, and answer the PAASCU survey as well (be fair) as to be an active participant in our ranking war with DLSU :) (like they ever stood a chance!) lalang.

The Ten Conyomandments (Jardin, 2008)

The Ten Conyomandments:

It's what I live by :p this is also what Sanny and Thea live by :p and Anjo kapag feel niya.

1. Thou shall make gamit "make+pandiwa".
ex. "Let's make pasok na to our class!"
"Wait lang! I'm making kain pa!"
"Come on na, we can't make hintay anymore! It's in Andrew pa, you know?"

2. Thou shall make kalat "noh", "diba" and "eh" in your pangungusap.
ex. "I don't like to make lakad in the baha nga, no? Eh diba it's like, so eew, diba?"
"What ba: stop nga being maarte noh?"
"Eh as if you want naman also, diba?"

3. When making describe a whatever, always say "It's SO pang-uri!"
ex. "It's so malaki, you know, and so mainit!"
"I know right? So sarap nga, eh!"
"You're making me inggit naman.. I'll make bili nga my own burger."

4. When you are lalaki, make parang punctuation "dude", 'tsong" or "pare"
ex. "Dude, ENGANAL is so hirap, pare."
"I know, tsong, I got bagsak nga in quiz one, eh"

5. Thou shall know you know? I know right!
ex. "My bag is so bigat today, you know"
"I know, right! We have to make dala pa kasi the jumbo Physics book eh!"

6. Make gawa the plural of pangalans like in English or Spanish.
ex. "I have so many tigyawats, oh!"

7. Like, when you can make kaya, always use like. Like, I know right?
ex. "Like, it's so init naman!"
"Yah! The aircon, it's, like sira!"

8. Make yourself feel so galing by translating the last word of your sentence, you know, your pangungusap?
ex. "Kakainis naman in the LRT! How plenty tao, you know, people?"
"It's so tight nga there, eh, you know, masikip?"

9. Make gamit of plenty abbreviations, you know, daglat?"
ex. "Like, OMG! It's like traffic sa LRT"
"I know right? It's so kaka!"
"Kaka?"
"Kakaasar!"

10. Make gamit the pinakamaarte voice and pronunciation you have para full effect!
ex. "I'm, like, making aral at the Arrhneo!"
"Me naman, I'm from Lazzahl!"

The Blower's Daughter

And so it is
Just like you said it would be
Life goes easy on me
Most of the time
And so it is
The shorter story
No love, no glory
No hero in her sky

I can't take my eyes off of you

And so it is
Just like you said it should be
We'll both forget the breeze
Most of the time
And so it is
The colder water
The blower's daughter
The pupil in denial

I can't take my eyes off of you

Did I say that I loathe you?
Did I say that I want to
Leave it all behind?

can't take my mind off you
I can't take my mind...
'Til I find somebody new

Damien RIce and Lisa Hannigan: The Blower's Daughter

10 Reasons Why You Should Date a Bosconian:

An Article from SEVENTEEN MAGAZINE



1. Because he has minimal interaction with the opposite sex, he would most likely appreciate the female species more.

2. He wouldn't act as $%@ky as your regular university guy because he gets less practice in that department.

3. He'd be more gentlemanly because he's not exposed to the reality that this is no longer expected of him.

4. You'd be his "one and only" because he has no "field" to play in.

5. He won't be ditching you for a night out with the boys because he's practically sick of being with the boys.

6. A huge sign that says "Jump. Run. Make Noise. But do not sin." is the focal point of their gymnasium, so he has got to be nice, at the very least.

7. You won't have to force him to go to the barbers because longbackers are a no-no in his campus.

8. He lives and breathes mathematics and can therefore do wonders to your algebra average.

9. He'll always look his best when he's with you because it's not everyday that he (or anyone else for that matter) actually cares about his appearance.

10. Finally, he's taught to do his ordinary duties extraordinarily well, which can't be a bad thing.

reaction: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA 2nd hand experience says: WTF!?!?!

date a coed schooler instead. jeez.

The Great Masturbation Panic (for my Co-Davidians)

Article by Allan Hunt... The Great Masturbation Panic and the Discourses on Moral Regulation in 19th and Early 20th Century Britain... We have to read this by Thursday right? along with those other articles... anyway... just download it from here :P this is the easy to print edited version btw...

Life's Simple Pleasures (Tuozo, 2008)

Name 10 of Life's Simple Pleasures

1. Birth. The capability to be all you can be.

2. Life. The eternal toil of existence. It is the forge. The arena to be above all others, or to be among others.

3. Sleep. God's gift of solitude. Sleep is temporal panacea. It is escape. It is wonder, incarnate wishes. It is relief, knowing it was but a dream.

4. Death. The final act. It is salvation, or damnation.

5. Body. The worn tool of lifelong toil.

6. Self. That I know I am beyond definition. I am distinct.

7. Pleasure. That which offers hope beyond inadequacy.

8. Pain. The poison that breeds to inspire

9. Fear. That which with pain allows life to be lived.

10. Hope. The last resort is inalienable and indestructible. It is the confirmation that beyond all this, there is peace.

It is done.

Sorry.

.

Coloring Porn

Okay, so bored as I was, I had to do SOMETHING... So I regressed a bit and colored. Yes, I colored, as in coloring book colored. The difference though between a 5 year old and me is that I have photoshop, and my coloring book isn't suitable for kids 18 and below >.< I found the image on ~humbuged's deviant art... anyway... It's messy... as in "I can't sleep and have nothing to do" messy, and I know I can do better (my kindergarden teacher might fail me for this one) if I have more time. I picked this image, because it was imple to color... sorta like why in kindergarten, you choose to color an apple, not an atis Again image copyright to humbuged (http://humbuged.deviantart.com)

This is the blank image

The tan edition >.<

It's Manila Week "On The Hill"

PART I (David Day)

The weaver's week.

It's a time to discover what lies beyond our comfort zones.

It's time to view the vast interwoven realities of being.

We planted Champaca trees in honor of Lorenz Tan.

Ateneo is built on Adobe rock. It was hard. Literally.

We went around Manila as a group to analyze the disciplinarity of the city.

That of course assumes disciplinarity exists in Manila.

Transport: The structure of co panoptic self policing

We travelled through U belt, taking note of structures of disciplinarity:

the high walls

the uniforms

the open windows

it is Jean Baptiste's dream come true.

Transport: how need is demoted to a simple foolish whim.

Then to the city jail, not prison, but penetentiary.

The panoptic tower

the open spaces

the individualization

the carceral

Transport: how efficiency is a method of individualization.

Then to the market, Divisoria.

the market grid

the cluster groups

the differentiation

the scatter method.

Structure breeds purpose. Norms breed subversion.

For every structure, there is a revolution.

For every gain, there is a loss.

PART II (I/O is LOVE!)

Then the next day, I went to PAL Training Institute in order to get a hands on experience of Training and Development in Asia's First Airline. The Training system is so juicily (is that a word) complex, that I want to chop it up into modules and analyze each part.Then I want to create competenciers for every module. It's so fun. Weeeeeee... I/O is fun! Oh and we met the graduating batch of future stewards/stewardesses... They're hot. As in. It's so cool when they started shouting "Emergency! Head down!" over and over again with matching actions... It was like a beauty contest for angry people. Anyway... they're nice, and highly intelligent people. That's really what matters right? So boys and girls, find yourself a steward/stewardess to settle down with... or a pilot. Brains Brawn and Bucks. It's like Chris Tiu but with free air fare.