People engage into things sometimes because society dictates that with that level of thinking, they rightfully belong to a certain niche. This gives them the avenue to exert their perceived superiority over what they judge as mediocre. This thinking completely underlines the current diaspora of students who, for the lack of financial means and the outlook of an even bleaker future marred by endless poverty, take on courses nothing short of borderline rudimentary, routinary, and low paid. In the hollow walls of our developing society, one cannot deny the mute discrimination people relay to understated occupations. While self-preservation may not be a crime, to become and think nothing short of an occupation-racist is more of a hundred-fold slap to the superficiality a lot of people have become.
Friday, March 28, 2008
My summer classes are about to start, leaving me a rough estimation of 10 more days to figure out myself and the things that i have to do. The past semester has not been very promising, and i continue to fear the impending humiliation it might cause me this incoming grade release. Listening to Remioromen's Konayuki has also not been that therapeutic. Its inducing yourself more to psychological suicide. While I would like to bask upon an assessment of what I have become in the
light of all these miseries, I couldn't bring myself to conclude that the fault lies greatly in my pathetic decision to break free from all this seriousness (just this once). Its like when you are working your ass, studying for a quiz, you feel tired and sleepy because
you get so engrossed with the idea of exhaustion even though its only partial of what you're feeling.
The impusle is so strong and in no time leads you to bed. Why can you easily sleep while reading/studying during school period yet during breaks, you don't. I begin to think that school books have
invisible pheromones that act as sedatives or that they themselves are inanimate nymphs who can read our thoughts and release sleep powders because they pity our exertion efforts . I want to lighten up and disarm myself of tasks. Sometimes, when I think about it, I learned that in life, it pays to exagerrate, to value and devalue some things.
If there is a factor in the disharmony in this family, it is partially because of me and the fruits of my irrational, "pridey" thinking. Maybe we just live up to our inherent balance scales. No matter how perfect we are, we are still flawed by the false virtues of our other perspective.
I would like to recommend "1 liter of Tears (Ichi rottoru no namida)" for those who appreciate dramas. Its japanese and its really really good. Even if you go to a lot of forums that debate on the best dramas, people would always give it a thumbs up. I will make a an appreciation entry next post. Highly recommended for those who complain a lot about life. ...Okay okay... the guy is cute. I knew it! Anyways, Heres the link: http://www.mysoju.com/1-litre-of-tears/
light of all these miseries, I couldn't bring myself to conclude that the fault lies greatly in my pathetic decision to break free from all this seriousness (just this once). Its like when you are working your ass, studying for a quiz, you feel tired and sleepy because
you get so engrossed with the idea of exhaustion even though its only partial of what you're feeling.
The impusle is so strong and in no time leads you to bed. Why can you easily sleep while reading/studying during school period yet during breaks, you don't. I begin to think that school books have
invisible pheromones that act as sedatives or that they themselves are inanimate nymphs who can read our thoughts and release sleep powders because they pity our exertion efforts . I want to lighten up and disarm myself of tasks. Sometimes, when I think about it, I learned that in life, it pays to exagerrate, to value and devalue some things.
If there is a factor in the disharmony in this family, it is partially because of me and the fruits of my irrational, "pridey" thinking. Maybe we just live up to our inherent balance scales. No matter how perfect we are, we are still flawed by the false virtues of our other perspective.
I would like to recommend "1 liter of Tears (Ichi rottoru no namida)" for those who appreciate dramas. Its japanese and its really really good. Even if you go to a lot of forums that debate on the best dramas, people would always give it a thumbs up. I will make a an appreciation entry next post. Highly recommended for those who complain a lot about life. ...Okay okay... the guy is cute. I knew it! Anyways, Heres the link: http://www.mysoju.com/1-litre-of-tears/
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Developmental Milestones
Freud's Genital Stage: Opposites Attraction & Maturation?
During this stage, me and my friends in high school shriek over cute male species. We exchange stories of near encounters and sigh at the thought of how close was getting to the next level. We exchange looks when our crushes pass by us, recognize our existence for sometime that they need something, and play prince by picking up books we purposely drop. We rejoice over our crushes’ split-ups and deliver evil looks towards new flirty flings. Boisterous ones shut their mouths in response to anxiety when they suddenly knew they will be in the same class or group with their so called “dreamboys”. We get inspired by shallow Korean flicks of predictable plots involving stories between the rich and poor, ugly and not, thin and fat tandems. We thank the dictionary for the word “gentleman”. We make it an excuse towards our own evil plots to make them ours. Others, like me could not look straight at the boy’s eye becoming afraid he might see a blush.
Erikson's Identity vs. Role Confusion
Establishing an identity has not been very smooth for me. Other people do not understand the reasons I have laid before myself and have backed me up over the years. They will proceed to their augmented definition of education, brandishing the label of pseudointellectualism. Everytime obnoxious people imply these thoughts, I would just vehemently snicker. These people think highly of themselves and too much of this thinking highly can drown them unknowingly. I am also the type of person who really loves books. If I have ample time, I would always go to the library. But then here comes people telling me to rather live in the library. Unfortunately, it has caused me insults more than I can imagine. This is life they say. I just keep on telling myself to do always the things that I always love. I am unique in such ways that only I can discern what’s right and wrong for me to engage or disengage.
Piaget's Formal Operational: Angst Against my Nursing's mode of learning
It was in the start of high school when I was thought how to really think, and not merely remember. Deductive logic requires the ability to use a general principle to determine a specific outcome. It has been taught that the ultimate measure of education is when you are able to apply these concepts in a completely modified circumstance. If you can trace the pattern, discover the relations between the words and what does it imply, and of course have a background to the fundamental processes involved, then an answer is not far from recognition. Teachers teach you the basics how to cancel squares, permutate possibilities, or sublimate a chemical, but the only way for you to know that education has indeed occurred is not through what, when and where, but how and why. To understand the logic behind everything weighs over mindless remembrance of information insofar as it is more spontaneous and rooting.
Kohlberg's Obedience and Punishment Orientation
I see a lot of peers though young adults per se, but still exhibit an inclination towards obedience and punishment. It is comforting in a way that people’s actions are controlled in accordance to what is acceptable. However, it is equally rigid insofar as we zilch within our system rooms for self-expression. There is a tendency that passivity is enforced over some questionable ideals that may be “perfect, yielding, and labeling” in the forefront, but is actually unjustified and creates a stir of discrimination. It is rigid insofar as we are limited to express our own opinions of subject moralities and that we constrain ourselves to what has been established. The thing is, there is more to obedience and punishment. Some people would want to settle in what has been recognized for fear of tarnishing the qualifications of a high recognition. Inasmuch as this is wise, to justifiably meddle while we can in the hope of improvisation and not merely showing off still is wiser.
During this stage, me and my friends in high school shriek over cute male species. We exchange stories of near encounters and sigh at the thought of how close was getting to the next level. We exchange looks when our crushes pass by us, recognize our existence for sometime that they need something, and play prince by picking up books we purposely drop. We rejoice over our crushes’ split-ups and deliver evil looks towards new flirty flings. Boisterous ones shut their mouths in response to anxiety when they suddenly knew they will be in the same class or group with their so called “dreamboys”. We get inspired by shallow Korean flicks of predictable plots involving stories between the rich and poor, ugly and not, thin and fat tandems. We thank the dictionary for the word “gentleman”. We make it an excuse towards our own evil plots to make them ours. Others, like me could not look straight at the boy’s eye becoming afraid he might see a blush.
Erikson's Identity vs. Role Confusion
Establishing an identity has not been very smooth for me. Other people do not understand the reasons I have laid before myself and have backed me up over the years. They will proceed to their augmented definition of education, brandishing the label of pseudointellectualism. Everytime obnoxious people imply these thoughts, I would just vehemently snicker. These people think highly of themselves and too much of this thinking highly can drown them unknowingly. I am also the type of person who really loves books. If I have ample time, I would always go to the library. But then here comes people telling me to rather live in the library. Unfortunately, it has caused me insults more than I can imagine. This is life they say. I just keep on telling myself to do always the things that I always love. I am unique in such ways that only I can discern what’s right and wrong for me to engage or disengage.
Piaget's Formal Operational: Angst Against my Nursing's mode of learning
It was in the start of high school when I was thought how to really think, and not merely remember. Deductive logic requires the ability to use a general principle to determine a specific outcome. It has been taught that the ultimate measure of education is when you are able to apply these concepts in a completely modified circumstance. If you can trace the pattern, discover the relations between the words and what does it imply, and of course have a background to the fundamental processes involved, then an answer is not far from recognition. Teachers teach you the basics how to cancel squares, permutate possibilities, or sublimate a chemical, but the only way for you to know that education has indeed occurred is not through what, when and where, but how and why. To understand the logic behind everything weighs over mindless remembrance of information insofar as it is more spontaneous and rooting.
Kohlberg's Obedience and Punishment Orientation
I see a lot of peers though young adults per se, but still exhibit an inclination towards obedience and punishment. It is comforting in a way that people’s actions are controlled in accordance to what is acceptable. However, it is equally rigid insofar as we zilch within our system rooms for self-expression. There is a tendency that passivity is enforced over some questionable ideals that may be “perfect, yielding, and labeling” in the forefront, but is actually unjustified and creates a stir of discrimination. It is rigid insofar as we are limited to express our own opinions of subject moralities and that we constrain ourselves to what has been established. The thing is, there is more to obedience and punishment. Some people would want to settle in what has been recognized for fear of tarnishing the qualifications of a high recognition. Inasmuch as this is wise, to justifiably meddle while we can in the hope of improvisation and not merely showing off still is wiser.
Hint! Hint! (Oct 25, 2007)
Its almost impossible to shut yourself from a very tempting opportunity, to catalog yourself among the elite. To be elite, you have to live elite. To be elite, you have to semi-abandon the past thought of living black and white. You have to draw what is colorful among those who presumed that this is the way we become known for, recognized for, adored for, envied for. So does ones feeling of inferiority and insecurity. This is the reason why I don’t want to be zeroing myself to their presence. Its like I seldom get right. I have already lost the freedom to self-express. I am questioning if my actions deem appropriate to them, if I only utter them to satisfy myself or the other way around. Its hard to face these people really. You have to withhold the semi-shame of not being that learned, or that exposed to Americanization or other culture for that matter. Its hard to pretend that you know, so I don’t. I have to endure what is different and that is to be indifferent myself. I have to shut up and consume this insensitivity and just wallow in my own thoughts of being just who I am. There is no mistake of living without the carcass of enculturation. Even if I don’t go to those “hip churva”, its still no excuse. I have a different way of doing things, and living my life. We don’t need the externals, the accessories of “metrosexuality”. Prioritizing those essential needs is enough.
On being NOT killjoy (October 24, 2007)
No matter how hard we try to remain as true as possible, people snicker and prejudge us for something that is mistakably not us. I thought respect is directly proportional to being reasonably blunt, how come when I wanted to be so, I receive the downgrade treatment. There are those who love to immediately classify people to a certain criteria they deem inferior. For them, this is a feat worthy of achievement for it brings glory to their uniqueness, an added touch of grandness to their so-called life. How pathetic. They like to zilch within their beliefs their own baseless labels for living purposeful lives. Ultimately, people can’t really decide superiority by looking at the onset of a certain circumstance. Looking merely is not enough. We live by figuratives and somehow, we really cannot be completely understood from the words we speak. More importantly, we rationalize in-between languages and a complex web of unexplainable, and can-be-explained-but-complicated system of behaviour. We have to acknowledge our capacity to discern what will ultimately contribute to our individuality, and in knowing such principles do we fashion our being effective in delivering the right response.
Thursday, June 07, 2007
George Carlin's
Nuggets from the noted political scientist, comedian George Carlin:
- Honesty may be the best policy, but it’s important to remember that apparently, by elimination, dishonesty is the second-best policy.
- The very existence of flamethrowers proves that sometime, somewhere, someone said to themselves, “You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but I’m just not close enough to get the job done.”
- By and large, language is a tool for concealing the truth.
- The real reason that we can’t have the Ten Commandments in a courthouse: You cannot post “Thou shalt not steal”, “Thou shalt not commit adultery”, and “Thou shalt not lie” in a building full of lawyers, judges, and politicians. It creates a hostile work environment.
- I think I am, therefore, I am. I think.
- May the forces of evil become confused on the way to your house.
Thursday, November 30, 2006
I CRIED IN THE DEBATING TEAM'S SCREENING! In front of 4 adjudicators, I cried to death. I was a MORON! Yek, bakit ka ba moron! Bakit ka umiyak? Nagmukha kang tanga, no in fact, tanga ka! There were not just in fact 4 adjudicators, and since it was a public place, I got a little publicity. Why did I do that! Why can't I always hold my emotions? This is already serious problem yek! You have done this a lot of times in public. Remember I love Sushi, and chuvachoochoo. Bakket! Why are you so honest with your feelings. It's not because you're not used to being hurt, it's just that inspite with thy bulkness of thy being, you are really a marshmallow. You even cry when you saw ur mother waiting outside the house at 11 pm, illuminating with all that darkness. Maybe, this is God's way of telling me that I should quit nursing, that I should appear in front of ABS-CBn's gates and surrender myself to showbiz. Because if not, you'll cry when you see dying patients, you cry when you got scolded by a supervisor, you cry FREAKINGLY ALL THE TIME!!!
It was supposed to be just a normal extemporaneous speech. But after the ff: evaluation remarks:
1. you did not greet the adjudicators
2. you are stammering
3. you have no parameters
4. you have no subpoints
5. no very witty introduction that will grasp the attention of the freakin audience
6. no eye contact (because I was having eye sex with the coconut tree)
7. no stand (and so I destroyed the essence of the word versus)
8. very superundertime
9. not so interesting explanations
10. manner, matter, method was not evidently defined
11. i had disturbing hand gestures
12. i did not make use of the area and bibitibabityboooo!!!
And then I told them that I am sorry because I forgot those things that I should suppose to know prior to getting in here. I had very little experience. Thanks Advanced Physics! You are the light of my life! I love you so much! The rest is history! The adjudicators were really nice. But I believed that I did not get out of the place with all my dignity intact. I cried because I was stupid enough not to know those things. I cried because I think I will please them (or so) but i hate to say it, I really did not. I cried because I thoguht I do good because I believed so. It was a very humbling experience. It was one of the moments God told me, I am indeed human. I have never been so ashamed. If I can hide inside a box, while walking along the corridors, I will. Just to save a face. my beautiful face. ayaw yek ba serious baya ni na entry.
It was supposed to be just a normal extemporaneous speech. But after the ff: evaluation remarks:
1. you did not greet the adjudicators
2. you are stammering
3. you have no parameters
4. you have no subpoints
5. no very witty introduction that will grasp the attention of the freakin audience
6. no eye contact (because I was having eye sex with the coconut tree)
7. no stand (and so I destroyed the essence of the word versus)
8. very superundertime
9. not so interesting explanations
10. manner, matter, method was not evidently defined
11. i had disturbing hand gestures
12. i did not make use of the area and bibitibabityboooo!!!
And then I told them that I am sorry because I forgot those things that I should suppose to know prior to getting in here. I had very little experience. Thanks Advanced Physics! You are the light of my life! I love you so much! The rest is history! The adjudicators were really nice. But I believed that I did not get out of the place with all my dignity intact. I cried because I was stupid enough not to know those things. I cried because I think I will please them (or so) but i hate to say it, I really did not. I cried because I thoguht I do good because I believed so. It was a very humbling experience. It was one of the moments God told me, I am indeed human. I have never been so ashamed. If I can hide inside a box, while walking along the corridors, I will. Just to save a face. my beautiful face. ayaw yek ba serious baya ni na entry.
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