Tuesday, May 06, 2008
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the wonders of hiearchy in the medical world.
Our physical exam and dental today in UP was at some parts a nightmare, and at some parts enjoying. We went there at I think 8 AM, and after comprehensively reviewing every single detail in the necessary requirements and important dates, we were all ready to go, confident yet still a little anxious (especially my anticipation of me getting naked for the doctor's exam). UP did a good thing in setting PE and Dental for 2 courses a day, so that the day will not be too cramped up and spiteful. My mom met up with her director friend there so he guided us into the building it was held. He left us with the nurse responsible, and also left us more dignified and more urgent to the eyes of the staff, since we came with their boss, and since he was calling my mom "mam'" all the while. So, thankfully, the nurses were nice and asked us of the nec. reqs. That is where the nightmare began for us.
The nurse told us that we have to come there with the X-ray and Dental results, even though the notices given to us didnt tell us we have to, or much more needed to. We asked how to get it, and she said the line was long for the Dental, and the Xray has to be taken somewhere outside, and to add to the insults takes 4 hours to process. We totally panicked, especially since we have to get out of there by 1 since my mom had a very important meeting by 1. We were like totally finding the dental office, and we were sweating all over, since the information given to us when we asked were totally contradictory in terms of the location. My mom even got mad at me for unconciously using some important documents as a fan haha. So we found after going back and forth and sweating like maniacs, and got my teeth checked, and discovered I had 3 cavities, and talked to the dentist about how many gradutaed in their batch last year. Two, yep only two out of 20+. My mom decided we had to do the xray in my Dad's office, so we can get a discount on time. So the 4 hours it takes in other hospitals turned out for us 15 minutes. Whew. Btw, there were others before us too, foreigners. Last come first served I guess, just have a family member as a staff.
Now the good part. We got back just in time for the PE, and much to our dismay, the line was especially long. We talked to the nurse we talked to in the morning, and she guided us to the front of the line, in front of the long line of waiting students soon to be my college mates. That's the power of the priveleges of the hiearchy of the Medical world! Haha. I wondered what the others thought. Even better, the PE turned out to be just routine check ups, and no naked exam. I guess they only do it in Diliman.
Saturday, May 03, 2008
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New Painting
Ah finally! After more than a month of painting, Ive finished this one. My mom thinks my aunt and grandma will kill me for painting something nude (both are conservative Christians), but I don't care, and besides, Ive painted it for myself and not them. I like to call it acceptance to express my disgust of people who compromise themselves for the sake of acceptance, and belongingness. The woman is the alpha female, and the little people are the followers. I have someone I have in mind when I painted this, and even though were friends, I disapprove of how that person handles his social circle, which is manipulation through fear and dominance. Thank God i dont belong in that person's circle, and its because of that person's habit do I avoid being with that person.
I find it weird though that most of my portrait paintings are not centered. Notice here how she tends to rest on the right side. I have no idea if this has a psychoogical explanation or perhaps plain coincidence or mistake. Hmm....
Saturday, April 26, 2008
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I wish for these:
(the brown one)
and
(the brown one. yet again)
The other sanuk I bought was to large for me, and I feel like Ive wasted money for something not perfectly fitting. :(
Thursday, April 24, 2008
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American Beauty
I rented "American Beauty" starring Kevin Spacey, and that is one of the best film I have ever watched. I watched it in the late afternoon- about the time my parents come home. I was like totally covering up the fact that i waswatching it, since it overflowed with so many explicit content, and of course nudity. I wasnt of course going for that, but my interest in the movie started when I saw that rose scene with Mena Suvari, and thought that offered such great cinematography, and it was very interesting and artistic. So I happened to find that in the video store today, and much to my surprise it was 2000's Best Picture. Very promising indeed.
With all the American Beauty's cut-scenes and previews Ive watched, I was totaly expecting it to revolve around passion, longing, sex, lust and fantasies, but the movie was so much more than that. Sure there were lot of that in there, but its message and theme transcends that. The movie tells us, tells me that in every bit of seeming normalcy around us, there are deeper, darker truths we do not know of. In other words, it shows us that people are multi-faceted, and in their whole life, they attempt and strive to put up this wall so that they would be considered "normal," and further more, I think the movie is telling us that maybe normalcy doesnt really exist. Normalcy is society's constant struggle, an illusion, a dream, but not reality. Every character in the movie told me of this truth, especially with Mena's character. I wasn't really sure where the movie was going in the middle bit, but the ending was so spectacular and shocking, and still, minutes after as I am typing this, I feel that surge of adrenaline, or whatever this feeling is (I think excitement), brought forth from the movie.
Just beautiful. I would like to elaborate more on the characterization, but I dont want to be a spoiler. I demand to whoever is reading this, that you watch it. You won't regret it.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
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Society
The concept of society, and how society functions, is not for all. Its a pity that those who are not "ideal" as society dictates and believes, are compromised and inhibited of other potentials and skills, which realistically is deemed unuseful by society. Pity.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
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Ten things... you know the drill
1. Each blogger starts with ten random facts/habits about themselves.
2. Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their ten things and post these rules.
3. At the end of your blog, you need to choose ten people to get tagged and list their names.
4. Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog.So anyway, I think three people already tagged me (Des, Dessa and Gabe) so what the hell, its a good idea. Please excuse me though if I tend to get so out of the topic, or if I babble too much or something, since the very concept of my existence is the most preferred. :D
1. Lets start with my most kept secret. Its really embarassing for me, and I'm sure it has pretty much the geeky nature or something. I cant ride a friggin' bike. It was so embarassing when Ive decided that ill try to learn it, and invited my dad to the park so he can teach me. I kept falling off, and lots of people were looking. To add to the insult though, some of them actually offered advice. I felt so retarded. I kinda want to try it again though, if ever I could. but I couldnt handle the very act of falling down the conrete garage (yes, only in the privacy of our driveway will I practice, if ever, free from the scrutiny). But it doesnt matter that much now though. Heck, I get a laugh out of it from time to time. :D
2. I hate conformity. In everything I do, I dont want it to be the same as what others do, or what is "commonly done". I have no idea why really, if ever its like some past trauma, or just I was programmed for this disgust for the common flow of society or something. I like to dress nice, given that I dont look like everyone else, and that I am not categorized into the narrow stereotypes.
3. Im the most wasteful in our family. My mom told my brother once that even if I was a joy being with when going out, I was still the most wallet burning of the three of us siblings. Its not a matter of shopping or preference for famous brands or anything really, but the criterias I consider in buying or dining. In shopping: nice environment, element of artistry in the products, freedom from the feeling of "morning family shopping chore," entailed by loud cries from the babies. In dining: good food, nice environment and ambience. When I go to a place thats so family-ish (perfect example is the feeling of shopping in groceries or cheap department stores in the afternoon), I tend to get depressed, no over-exaggeration intended. I guess im just not that adaptive. Thats why i would like to sorround myself with class, which is possibly another trauma of mine. Though its not always like this, if given the choice, my preference/decisions would always be a bit heavier for the wallet, as compared to my borther's decisions. I blame my zodiac sign for it.
4. People say im smart, but I feel stupid most of the time. There are so many things I dont understand, and when Im given an idea or instructions or something, I tend to misinterpret or miss out little details that are essential. The outcome thus is fiasco or it being akward. I think the fact that I know more than others because I study, not really because of me being naturally smart, or meticulously perceptive or definitely not me being a fast learner.
5. I still sleep with my lamp on. My biggest fear, conciously, is perhaps fear of ghosts. I tend to over stimulate my wariness after ghost stories or movies, and even some memories tend to last as long as a couple or years or so. I still have this fear, brought forth from a TV documentary I saw when I was 6 or 7 or 8, that some ghost will grab my feet as I sleep, or flick it, and that is why I sleep with blankets on, or my underfeet not exposed. I am still waiting for the onset of maturity and adulthood to clear this big fear of mine. :(
6. I get mean when Im bored or stressed, so watch out. I can be totally judgemental or insensitive if Im in a bad mood, but if I was not, Im nice... I guess. Haha.
7. I am artistic, yet I always tend to freak people out with it. They said my art is too dark or something. I still think sadness and melancholy is a beautiful concept for art. I actually used to enter poster making contest held in High School. I never win. I did manage to win 3rd place once, since the judge was an art teacher, and told them to include my entry since it was interesting and abstract. The other contests they say that my paintings were not very postery. I guess theyre right. I did paint Mary once with her womb open and Jesus inside, while an angel pouring water over it. Its my fault I guess, I got lost in the context of it all.
8. I love music, but Im very picky when it comes to picking those I like. It has to be either organic or mellow, and definitely has to be artsitic and unique. Organic in a sense that its free of electric accompaniments. Mellow, like that of Norah Jones or Jack Johnson, I hate loud music. Im not into pop, rnb, rap, and the common genres, but I love Jazz and Blues and those types that are uncategorizable. My friends think Im a freak for it.
9. Its hard for me to be satisfied. Period. I always look for greener pastures, and little alterations in the pursuit for perfection. Its not a god thing really, since this entails unhappiness in the end.
10. I hate afternoons. They show details I dont want to see, like dust, and blemishes or sweat. But basically because it brings forth heat. I love te rain. I dont get it why people hate the rain. I love gloomy days, and dark clouds, where its windy, and you become friends with a cup of cocoa.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
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two Firsts
Tonight was a night of two firsts. So we dropped my borther off at FEU-NRMF again, and bought Starbucks (again), though this time, I wore more appropriate clothing. :) The two firsts:
1. I treated my whole family (except for the eldest, since he is in Puerto Galera) with Starbucks. My plan was actually to only treat my mother (quite ironic and reversal of roles) since she won first place in the sort of Paper/ thesis competetions held wordlwide. But of course, us being 4 in the car, it would be unfair to cast favoritism, so at the spur of the driving moment, I decided to reat them all. It was sad and a joy for me. Sad because I lost 500 bucks of my graduation money, and happy since I felt like I was mature and treating them with my first payroll, which is so not.
2. This is the first time I enjoyed a starbucks bev., wherein I really felt my money was worth spending on that coffee joint. I ordered "Raspberry Black Currant". Ive decided coffee ain't for me, and I was more of a fruit-blend-person.
PS sorry sa kababawan ng theme ng post.
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Arden vs. Gabe on homosexuality
Gabe and I got into this interesting debate about homsexuality. Click here so you can see the source of the discussion!: http://www.xanga.com/gheyb/651092165/fab-gay-men-dont-you-just-love-em.htmlhaha you didnt know theyre gay? haha it is hard to tell since most of them dont act too girly. its reality: gayness is personality, there is malandi, and there is the coy, gentler type.haha, I didnt really see it at first. If I hadnt read the title: "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy", Never would I have thought they were gay! They're just the most sophisticated gay men I ever laid my eyes on!hmm, pero you know homosexuality is not a choice. So basically, people are born homosexuals, so does that mean some people go to hell for who they are, and for something they have no control over? Isnt that just unfair, and if ever it is a sin, homosexuals should not have been born right from the start kung ganun lang pala. What do you think?Edit: My teacher also said that what is evil is Homosexual acts, not preference. But again, why is it a sin? Is anyone really getting harmed, when in fact teh define sin as those acts that contradict the authentic freedom of human kind. Its not consistent, and for me, purely subjective judgement. They also said that it defies the sanctity of sex and its holiness. I really think that the Church is the only one that says it is sacriligious to the holiness of sex, their own concept of "ideal". Its only my opinion though.
Haha defintely learned a lot! :) Just hoped I didnt irritate her by questioning too much.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
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Starbucks squatter
So I went with my parents to FEU-NRFM to drop off my brother for his summer duty, which is after his summer classes. Yep he's a busy busy boy, in summer. I love these night drives, it brings up nice memories. So anyway, we decided to order some Starbucks since it was like adjacent to the school/hospital. I was really hesistant to come in, since I was clad up with house clothes-- a t-shirt with some holes in it, which you can only see from a close distance, and my school's Physical education shorts, and flip-flops (mas pinasosyal na term para sa tsinelas). I asked my mom to go with me so that at least that even if I was dressed as a house boy, my mom, who was dressed up in more appropriate clothing, would be sort of my deflection of people's judgement that Im not completely... umm "squattery". She said no though, since my dad was parked at a particularly scary place and so my mom had to be with her. So I breathed deeply and started walking to that upper-class cafe dressed only for a night out to a pharmacy, preparing myself for minutes of me being self concious. I told myself I shant show any signs of insecurities, since most rich people see that the most, and their primary entertainment for eyeing down on people (not generalizing here though--only the judgemental ones), believe me I know. I do it sometimes when I am really frustrated, though we'er not rich (give me a break! that's my only psychological ammunition! I dont do it anymore though... Its bad).
I was really expecting people to be a total bitch to me that I was dressed that way, but I guess I was wrong. The guard greeted me, the baristas smiled and said "sir". The costumers though were looking at me, which probably because of what I wear. But I dont know, for the first time, I wasn't insecure, as juxtaposed with before that even if I had nice clothing on I was still self-concious when going into upper class joints alone like Starbucks. I told myself, sincerely and not as a telling-myself-empowerment thing, that greatness will not be dictated through clothing, and which I realized that only as I've said it, and how you carry yourself, with that ceratin confidence of knowledge of one's self that matters. I should not let people's judgement overcome me right?---since I know better than that. People see through confidence, and appreciate it more.
Sorry if I am a little like a self-help book right now, just wanted to share.
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