Over India

I’m currently poring over my India report..it’s so boring that I feel so sleepy. Maybe because I still have to get up and go to cafes just to make one. I have an aching foot, I don’t want to walk.

Superstition: Losing a tooth in one’s dream

This is one of the most feared superstitions I’ve ever encountered. What wrong would it do if we believe in it? I really don’t know except that it purges fear in me like the effect that tragic plays do. According to one classmate, she dreamt of her tooth loosen, and then eventually off her mouth. It’s morbid isn’t it, if not grotesque? Its symbolism and significance bound into one horrifying semi-surrealistic message that is conveyed by the subconscious (did I just said that, sorry for the exaggerated high styled tone of my expression) in other words, what a sleeping experience! Geez, I was bewildered by mole superstitions before but now I felt estranged from this kind of superstitious level. She recounted having been told of biting a pillow as a counter spell and having done so felt relieved. Unfortunately, a friend of hers died and related that to her dream. I also had a similar experience. I quite remember dreaming about playing volleyball. The ball smacked my face with such great force that took my teeth off my palate (eww gross, pardon). Five of them, and waking up I bit on the wooden panel of my bed (eww gross, again? Pardon). That was a solution to the prophesized death to occur. Indeed, I felt traumatized (seemingly too intense a word to use) when I got the news that my tita’s family had a minor accident. The motorcycle which five of them mounted, suddenly lost control (this isn’t a habal-habal case, it’s because a family with my three cute little cousins rode with their mother and father). I was very happy to learn afterwards that they were safe. Another dream more than anything else was something like an experience of catharsis,… I was deeply troubled by it that I did postpone a trip back home to let that happenstance pass me by. I dreamt that all my teeth went lose. Jinkies! Double Jinkies! It was so disturbing. I remember groping individually separated tooth in the palm of my hand, and what was clear was the blood, which wasn’t actually dripping but was moist. I almost cried when I awoke. I was afraid that it meant to tell me that such number of deaths would happen. I prayed hard as hard as asking God to return me my life. I bit again wood. It was believed that biting on wood would prevent the bad omen to reality more than what biting into much softer things would do. Especially since wood retains the life it was given by the tree it has come from. This melodrama caused me postponement of my plans of going home. And afraid as I was by the notion that such number of deaths would likely happen in a bus ride, of course one that I would’ve be in as I am going home. I felt vulnerable after learning this superstition. Why then would I care if I dreamt of teeth loosening? I could’ve just shrugged that dream off my shoulders when only I knew none about it. It would’ve saved me from biting on things. But then it didn’t seem to matter whether the possibility that my teeth would rather loosen as I bit on wood, for I only wanted to feel safe and secured that none would die of an unreliable premonition that the wondrous yet mystifying subconscious calls to mind. I don’t want any of you to believe, I just want you to know that such problem troubles a modern woman (am I?) in our modern times.

Alone

I had nothing much to do so I kept on watching DVD’s in the whole duration of my stay. If you want horror and thrill packed in one movie here’s a good movie to see….

I bet you’d not one moment to miss as the revelations unfold…

The Cello( Asian Horror Movie)

Lately I’ve been having fun watching Asian Horror Movies. These are just some of the sure hit movies made specially wonderful because of the whole new experience learned after watching each.

“The Cello”- This is a story about jealousy. Two best friends, I’m sorry I forgot their names because they were foreign names, one excelled over the other and the other one envied for being second best. I didn’t realize the twist at first, that made me so thrilled that I wanted to keep the film run faster. I almost cheated when I forwarded the scenes.Well, here goes, I thought that the one who lived was haunted by the envious friend turned ghost.. This ghost was after all the victim of her friend’s jealousy. I remembered feeling the emotion in this line: “I believe that friends are happy for what success the other gets.” In the accident that almost took their lives, she who was envy let go of her friend’s hand. Her friend fell into the rocks by the cliff. It’s such a sad friendship story and it all ended tragically for the one lived in guilt and was gotten killed also by vengeance. They were both good cello players but they did not blend in music and friendship. I hope that that never happens to anyone again.

I don’t have enough time, guess, I’d do another next time. Thanks.

Hancock: A Must-SEE movie!

wow.

I’m somewhat speechless from the movie I had seen last Tuesday. Whew. If you’ve never had a hung with Will Smith’s appeal. This movie will surely create a halo (uh-oh yup I think that’ll do) on your head… What that halo symbolically represents the lesson that the movie would induce (again pardon the word) morale from people. It isn’t about the terrific supernatural effects rather it’s about the love that stumbles over the characters as if there was no plot commanding the outcome.

Right now I’m starting to think about filing my other blog with movie reviews. You really can’t review movies you haven’t seen. so me I’ll do my best to watch good movies then appreciate them through blogs…

Hancock rocks!!!

Invasion: Interpersonal Distances

The skyscraper buildings seen on television are the towering empires of the new industry. Think of how men and machines work together to create these establishments. From a vacated place springs another establishment wherein sooner or later will be filled with people before and after its construction. Back to the times of the good old carpenter – the saw swinging its teeth, cutting through wood and the hammer beating down nails. To pulley the roof up where a fellow carpenter waves his hands.

These tedious processes further developed and learned through the science of architecture. Homes were the first sprouts of the efforts in this field of study. There was already the need to be sheltered.

The renovated People’s Park was now as colorful as my grandmother’s garden, where I used to remember seeing blooming flowers of different kinds. Many people walk about. I was strolling alone hoping that somehow I could escape the pressures of school work. I needed time alone that is. But there were many people there. It’s funny why I didn’t consider this all the while when the park’s name slapped it on my face. People, yes I remember Lara Bernadette C. Avila’s study. Then and there I thought I had gotten away.

What made her research interesting is that she weaved sentimentality with the technicality of her field of study. Her degree of Architecture- in precise measurements of construction and pricing of the materials to be used- her study introduced a fresher new ambience and solution for the unlikely modes of invasion of the elderly in Davao City.

Invasion. After a few minutes of walking, I decided to sit on a bench. I was in the center of the whole area of the park. Imagining the top view of the park, I saw ant-like figures moving about each other. They reminded me of the dots that were plotted on the grid that Avila made to illustrate the interpersonal distances of people. I closed my eyes for that moment hoped that it wouldn’t rain for there were people, I mean couples, hugged tight each other. Hands- they were everywhere: on necks, on waists, over shoulders and enclosed hands. There was some kind of invasion here, or so I thought.

In the research, Avila argued that there is a certain amount of distance maintained by each person in their interaction with other people. A personal “bubble” exists in each individual- that of which is like a “portable invisible territory.” She gave clear-cut differentiation of the terms personal space and territory from the book Environmental Psychology: Territories are relatively stationary areas often with visible boundaries that regulate who will interact. Territoriality is more of a group-based process; personal space, on the other hand, is on an individual-level process (Bell et. al). Avila’s subjects of study were the elderly in health care homes such as in the Co Su Gian Center for the Elderly, Sta. Clara Stepdown Care and Center for the Elderly Foundation, Inc. in Tugbok in the poblcaion area of Davao City. She delimited her study of the elderly whose ages range from 65 and above.

Interpersonal distances. I looked around me there were many people. Some sat on the other benches across me. There were others who were busy with there cellphones. A gang of boys, dressed in black shirts, were eyeing two passers-by. At that very moment, I wanted no one to sit beside me. I felt that my personal space expanded because these people were for me strangers.

It was the researcher Edward T. Hall who introduced proxemic theory. It is how humans unconsciously and consciously structures microspace- the distance between man in the conduct of daily transactions, the organization of space in his/her house and buildings, and ultimately the layout of his/her town.

Proxemic research is based on the concept of territoriality, a basic concept in the study on animal behavior which an organism naturally lays claim to an area and defends it against other members of the same or other species. ET Hall investigated man’s use of personal space in contrast with the fixed feature space and informal space. Fixed feature space is characterized by unmovable boundaries while semi-fixed feature space is defined by fixed boundaries such as furniture. Informal space is the most significant for an individual because it includes the four distances maintained in encounters with others. These distances as classified by ET Hall are the intimate, personal, social, and public distance. Several factors were considered in measuring the distances of people. Such includes degree of relationship, gender, age, and physical features of both environment and the person involved.

Avila’s research aimed to measure the interpersonal distances of the elderly and to know the effects of such factors in their interpersonal distances. Avila noted how in the Philippines much of the concern was on medications for curing diseases and little attention was given to the psychological needs of the elderly. In the healthcare homes, Avila gathered data and reconciled it with her project proposals. Her facility models were those which allowed comfort for the elderly. All her efforts underlie intentions for the well-being of the elderly. Her research about interpersonal distances of the elderly can increase amount of physical comfort, improve communication among the community, and increase group productivity and effectiveness. Her research will be used as reference in designing elderly facilities in regions with similar cases.

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Clothing Souls

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Agnes, until her father’s death was an obedient daughter, married a Mandaya man. It is common in Mati that the most recurring tribal groups are that of the Mandayas and Muslims. Agnes’s parents came from the Visayan region.

Someone Else’s Deed

Arnel, he thought, was a name no nobler than some other people’s names. The mother had first a daughter followed by two sons each with a year interval, and settling for that found no need for another child. Shrugging it off as another blessing, the husband had trouble sleeping after the late night annunciation of his wife’s fourth pregnancy. That name was a reminder of an ill-timed birth. It neither stood for melted together names of both parents and was even less appealing compared to names as Theabelle, Christoff, and Francis. If those weren’t his siblings’ names and himself not christened Arnel he wouldn’t have had the strength to crumple the signed letter in his hand as he stood by the church’s entrance scanning for a seat.

The recommendation letter on his right hand prevented him from making the sign of the cross, or so he reasoned. San Pedro Church stood in the heart of the city; against the towering pink painted City Hall building, in contrast to the church’s gray scheme.

Taginting Sa Kanyang Utak: An Essay

“Mariang Makiling” written by Eli Ang Barroso is a piece belonging from Luzon and Southern Tagalog literature. In its short story form, the story was expressed in the richness of the Tagalog language. At the beginning, the reader is already bombarded with the words of the language that seem to have initiated romantic elements found in the story.