Partner in Crime

bare, first home

It is bare. Yes. I am living alone in this apartment for almost five years now, but it is still bare.

I was invited by Urban Compass to participate in a new project of theirs called Starter Stories, wherein a few select bloggers were asked about their first place.

Urban Compass is a real estate platform that connects folks searching for apartments with the neighborhood that matches their personality and taste for finding NYC apartments.

I started living alone in May 2011, around 7 months after I got my first regular job. Most of the stuff here were given by my father: an old tv, table, chairs, LPG tank, coffee maker.

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Some stuff on the kitchen counter. Rice coffee from Ilocos. Durian Coffee Jam from Davao. Corn Coffe from Cotabato. Chocolate-coated sunflower seeds from Dagupan.

 

I never bought and wouldn’t be buying any furniture because, first of all I was the thrifty kind of housekeeper.  When you were self-supporting, you tend to track down and think twice to where you would spend your next pay check.

And besides, I was the only one living here. All that I needed were a bed (actually just a mattress), a table as work space, and a chair.

Secondly, I always thought of this place as something temporary, so I wasn’t dressing it up that much. I dream of course of giving myself my own permanent home someday. Yeah, someday.

But I also never thought that something temporary would produce permanent and lasting memories.


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2014: Surviving the Depths of Hell

2014 started calmly. The first few days of the year was still preoccupied by the serenity of our Palawan trip during the Christmas holidays.

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From the entry, “Palawan’s Gods and Goddesses.”

Thank you for being my nature-tripping buddy, Nessa. And thanks din kay Xe na wala akong picture ngayong taon. 🙂

 

January and February reintroduced me to blogging. I realized that online writing was more than just letting things out. The door was reopened. Yes, reopened, because I used to take it for granted when it first commenced in front of me. So these were the days of catching up.

And then there was Mt. Damas.

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Buwis-buhay! Photo by Karina de Capia. From the entry, “Jewels in the Damas.”

It was my first climb of the year. But I never thought that it would also be my only climb for the year. And I was disappointed with myself for that.

The first quarter of the year was also filled with work-related meet-ups for maybe one of the biggest projects I ever involved myself with. But big also meant great power. And as Uncle Ben told Spiderman, “Great power comes great responsibility.”

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Maybe the project was too big for me. Or maybe the project was too big for just one person. Or maybe I just wasn’t good enough. Or maybe this was just not for me in the first place.

These statements started filling up my mind as I started the “Im Purity” blog series in my baggage counter.

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From the entry, “Im Purity’s Escape.”


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Why? Because it makes me happy

Watching anime. Why? Because it makes me happy.

Heidi. memorabilias from Best of Anime 2014

Heidi. souvenirs from Best of Anime 2014.

Collecting anything anime or anything Japanese. Why? Because it makes me happy.

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“Kailangan pa ba i-memorize ‘yan?” Arigatou for the pic Otomo-sensei. 😀

Fangirling and literally running after the director of one of the best live-action adaptation of one of the best animes of all time. Why? Because it makes me happy.

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Pog. Your childhood is boring if you don’t know them.

As I have been writing in this blog lately, yes, my addiction for Japanese animation have been brewing since before kindergarten.

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Oh yes. Look how happy I was with my first Sailomoon toys. 😀 Circa 1994. With my brother.

We were not rich back then. I wasn’t even aware that original action figures in big boxes even existed. All my parents could buy for me were these toys from the local market of Orion, in the province of Bataan.

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From 1994 to 2014. Twenty years of making me happy.

But I was the most thrifty kid in town. I would save as much from my allowances just to get myself some pogs, teks, mini-teks, bargain posters and stickers. And everytime someone would go to Manila, I would ask them to buy me the famous Questor Magazine and eventually, Culture Crash. But this only happened maybe around once a quarterly.

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Questor. The Ultimate Anime Magazine.

On November 2000, according to Wikipedia, the nearest SM to our place opened in San Fernando, Pampanga. Since then, we went to SM once a year. And this was when Comic Alley collected all my savings: from Sakura cards to laminated photos to playing cards and cassette tapes.

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Original Cassette tapes. And audio recordings of the live TV broadcast. Come on, you know what I meant right? 😀

I and my bestfriend then would also do audio tape recordings of the Tagalized anime broadcasts in TV. Come on 90s kids, you knew what I meant right? 😀

My parents would ask why I was doing all of these. I didn’t know what to tell them at the time. But one thing was for sure. Anime surely made me happy.

Flash forward to the year 2005, I was in my first year at the University of the Philippines. Adjusting for boarding house living in the city was not easy from a girl from the countryside. All the pressure of living on your own and complying to the academic requirements of the premiere university in the country pushed me to set aside my anime addiction for urban survival. And it was not easy to catch up when you had no in-house TV and internet. I was able to attend, for the first time in my life, maybe a couple of anime conventions, but also due to allowance restrictions, I wasn’t able to continue doing it.


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When fatigue and lazyness begin to conquer the system, an anime simply uplifts the spirits again.  It is a visual and spiritual stimulant that boosts self-confidence and perseverance: things that coffee and other energy drinks cannot supply.  And this is one of the reasons why I still love anime…  and will continue to love it up to the very end.

 

 

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Day 34 of the 365 Challenge

 


MEMORY IS A KNIFE, OR RATHER A KATANA

Warning: Fan-girl mode on! Spoiler Alert! Spoiler Alert! Read at your own risk!

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The first few days of this week were just so full of resurfacing unwanted facts from the past.  Something about this research I’m currently doing for a written job was triggering the memories hidden in the darkest places of my subconscious.  And these memories were also pushing these wisdom teeth out of my gums.  And it causes an awful lot of pain.  So is there a correlation between these repressed memories and my wisdom teeth? Is this the reason why wisdom teeth come out during the time of everybody’s life when they are suffering from this so-called quarter-life crisis?

But this blog entry is not telling anybody about depression at the moment, because before it even ruined the whole week, something about this Friday just acted as an anti-depressant and melted it all away, or rather I would say slashed it all away.

Just recently, I posted a line in Facebook from the movie Hannibal Rising, “Memory is a knife.  It can hurt you.”  But this Friday, the knife became a sword, a katana that terminated the hurt away.  Thanks to SM Cinemas, Rurouni Kenshin Live Action movie was shown in the Philippines.

A smile, no actually a good grin, registered in my face at the first few seconds when a text narration of the Tokugawa Era appeared on screen.  And up to the very last second of the closing credits, the smile or rather the grin did not vanish but became even larger.

When the trailer for this came out around mid-year of 2012, I kinda did not like Takeru Sato, the actor playing Kenshin, he was so thin and actually I did not find him cute, unlike the anime Kenshin who sends the screams out of every fan girl’s lungs.  But when Takeru Sato started doing his samurai stunts and then his wanderer moves, he earned my respect for this film.

Emi Takei, the actress who played Kaoru looks like Kathryn Bernardo and sure is pretty in kimono.  Yu Aoi, the one who played Megumi looks like a Japanese horror character to me, but she sure was good.  Teruyuki Kagawa as Kanryuu Takeda did a very good job.  Munetaka Aoki as Sanosuke looks more of a Filipino than a Japanese to me.  Well, I just knew that they will have a strict audition for the chest.  The one who played Yahiko, Taketo Tanaka is so adorable.  But the character who caught my attention was Saito.  Yosuke Eguchi sure was a hotter policeman than the 2D Saito.

I also want to give a round of applause to the screen writers.  They did a great job of compressing a whole season into two hours.  And Aoshi’s absence was well accounted for.

I just missed the old soundtrack from the anime.  I actually expected the acoustic version of Kimi wa Dare o Mamotte Iru to play when Kenshin came to rescue Kaoru and the dojo from the bandits.  This is the magical audio cue that Kenshin is now in the house and ready to deliver his poetic speech about love, life, and swordsmanship.  I also wanted to hear Run to You, Sanosuke’s theme, especially in his fight scenes where he really tried to insert humor in every blow.  And maybe, a good revival of the song Sobakasu by a new band or artist would just be festive.

The stunts were also superb.  The battousai moves surely were transferred well from the boob tube to the silver screen.  I just died when Kenshin made his fatal stance, the preparation for the final blow.  And I would just love to see a LIVE Shishio fighting Takeru Sato in the next movie.  Oh please, the production team and the actors deserves to be given the privilege to shoot a follow-up on this.  And I believe that it is Aoshi’s right to be finally included in the next movie.

The viewing experience would be 100% satisfactory only without that girl behind us.  She seemed to be so rattled every time she sees brutal and violent slashes made by the samurais because the MTRCB rating at the start of the film says PG (Parental Guidance) and not R (Restricted).  A real RK fan is accustomed to brutality and violence.  And if there would be any moment of surprise, it could have happened years ago when the fan had seen the OVA and the animated movie which show more fatal attacks than the series.

But overall, this experience was just blissfully awesome.  The adrenaline rush it created was still here until this moment I’m writing this.  And I believe they won’t go away for a few days.  The feeling was just exactly as how the movie Citizen X defines passion, that it is when your heart is pounding and when your collar is tightening.

Anything anime-related really never fails to paint a genuine smile and erase a sad one on my face.

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